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PAULINE  FORE  MOFFITT  LIBRARY 


THE 

YRIC    WORKS 

O     F 

HORACE, 

TRANSLATED    INTO 

ENGLISH     VERSE: 

TO    WHICH    ARE    ADDED, 

A       NUMBER       OF 

ORIGINAL    POEMS. 

By  a  NATIVE  of  AMERICA. 


Qtti  cup'it  optatam  curfu  contingere 
tultt  fecitque  Puer. 


PHILADELPHIA: 

PRINTED  by  ELE  AZER  OSWALD,  at  the 

COFFEE-HOUSE. 


M,DCC,LXXXVI, 


To  his  EXCELLENCY  GEORGE 
WASHINGTON,  ESQ.  L.  L.  D. 
late  GENERAL  and  COMMANDER  in 
CHIEF  of  the  ARMIES  of  the  UNI 
TED  STATES  of  AMERICA,  MARE- 
SHAL  of  FRANCE,  &c.  Sec.  &c. 

ILLUSTRIOUS  SIR, 

WITH  your  ufual  goodncfs  and  generofity,  you 
will  pardon  the  freedom  I  take,  in  interrupt 
ing  your  more  important  bufinefs,  and  attempting  to 
intrude  with  my  juvenile  productions  on  your  do- 
meflic  retirement.  Whilft  the  whole  world  (tho'  lavifli 
in  their  praifes)  do  no  more  than  juftice  to  your  exalt 
ed  merits  ;  permit  me,  obfcure  as  I  am,  to  throw  my 
tributary  mite  into  the  fcale  of  public  and  univerfal 
applaufc.  Not  in  the  manner  of  common  dedicators, 
would  I  venture  to  approach  you  •,  who,  blinded  by  the 
glare  of  rank  and  titles,  will  lay  the  fruits  of  their  ge 
nius  at  the  feet  of  thofe,  who  are  poflHTed  of  no  iin- 
gle  endowment,  to  render  them  worthy  the  fmilcs  of 
the  mufes.  Far  be  fucli  motives  from  actuating  my 
conduct  !  The  whole  circle  of  arts  and  fciences,  is 
bound  to  you,  by  every  facred  tie  of  gratitude  and  af 
fection.  It  Avas  your  influence  that  encouraged,  and 
your  arms  that  fupported  the  drooping  fpirit  of  learn 
ing,  through  the  toils  and  perils  of  a  long,  predatory 
and  unnatural  war  ; — a  war  which  originated  in  op- 
preffion  and  injuftice,  had  plunder  and  flavery  for  its 
object  5  and,  like  the  Goths  and  Vandals,  in  the  time 
of  Old  Rome,  would  have  overturned  our  liberties, 
and  inveloped  our  feminaries  of  fcicnce  in  the  clouds 
of  ravae  harbarifh.  UNITING 


iv,  DEDICATION. 

UNITING  the  char  after  of  ihefoltlier  with 
Jar  and  the  ftatefman,  like  another  Mecrenas,  you 
withftood  the  torrent,  though  fwoln  with  the  blood  of 
your  countrymen,  and  repelled  its  fauguinary  ftreamr 
into  the  accuftomcd  channel.  But,  fir,  it  would  be 
impertinent  to  attempt  a  recapitulation  of  thofe  great 
events,  which  ftamped  a  brilliancy  on  your  character  ; 
—events  which  are  fo  recent  in  the  minds  of  every  one, 
and  haVe  all  mankind  to  vouch  for  their  authenticity. 

UN  ACQUAINTED  with  the  art  of  adulation,  which 
is  the  province  only  of  dependants  and  parafites,  let 
the  effufions  of  my  gratitude  and  efteem  be  viewed 
through  the  friendly  medium  of  candor,  and  may  the 
labors  of  my  mufe  meet  with  every  indulgence  from 
your  well-known  liberality  of  fentiment. 

MANY  of  thefe  tranflations  which  I  have  the  honor 
of  addrefilng  to  you,  were  the  work  of  my  youthful 
days,  when  I  fcarce  numbered  fifteen  years  in  the  fcale 
of  my  exiftence  ;  others  were  written  at  a  more  advan 
ced  period  of  life :  Some  in  the  retirement  of  a 
winter  cantonment ;  and  others  in  the  accidental  qui 
etude  of  a  camp.  The  fame  circumftances  affecT:  the 
whole  of  the  publication,  the  various  parts  thereof 
being  written  and  compofed  at  as  various  times  and 
places. 

To  evince  my  gratitude  to  my  friends,  and  an  affec 
tionate  remembrance  of  my  brother  foldiers,  who  were 
honored  by  ferving  under  your  wife  command,  I  have 
taken  the  freedom  of  publicly  addrefling  them,  in  differ 
ent  parts  of  this  work.  Suffer  me  to  aflure  you,  fir,  that 
?hcfe  compofitions  were  never  intended  for  the  fcruti- 
nizing  eyes  of  malevolent  critics  and  national  party- 
writers  ;  but  folely  for  the  amufement  of  thofe  on 
whofe  candor  I  may  rely,  and  whofe  liberality  will 
grant  every  indulgence  to  a  young  adventurer  of  the 

pen, 


v.  DEDICATION. 

pen,  who   declares,  that  his  greateft  merit  confifts  in 
an  anxious  defire  to  pleafe  them. 

'Tis  not  the  vanity,  peculiar  to  authors,  that 
tempts  me  to  appear  publicly  in  that  character  ;  but 
an  earneft  defire  to  oblige  a  number  of  gentlemen,  to 
whom  I  am  particularly  bound,  and  at  whofe  fre 
quent  felicitations,  I  have  ventured  on  this  perilous 
undertaking. 

To  hand  down  the  names  and  the  virtues  of  my 
fellow  citizens  to  pofterity,  fuch  as  have  voluntarily 
facrificed  their  lives  on  the  altar  of  their  country,  is 
the  gaol  of  my  literary  ambition  ; — beyond  tjris  my 
mufe  does  not  attempt  to  foar,  and  to  effect  it,  my' va 
nity  (if  the  term  may  be  excufed)  with  diffidence 
afpires. 

I  WELL  know  I  am  to  endure  the  fiery  ordeal  of 
public  opinion,  though  little  prepared  for  fuch  a  trial: 
From  the  monthly  and  critical  reviewers  of  England, 
as  an  American,  I  expect  little  quarter  ;  from  my 
own  countrymen  (efpecially  thofe  who  have  been  em 
barked  in  the  fame  caufe)  I  may  look  for  that  partial 
indulgence,  which,  perhaps,  may  not  be  met  with  be 
yond  the  Atlantic.  But,  it  is  the  fate  of  every  per- 
fon,  who  fends  his  productions  collectively  into  the 
world  ;  and  he  who  will  rifk  it,  muil  fuffer  a  critical 
difmemberment.  The  fubject  matter  of  fome  of  thefc 
poems,  is  diametrically  oppofite  to  the  judgment  (more 
properly,  the  prejudices)  of  many  inhabitants  of  thefe 
ftates.  But  if,  by  making  every  allowance,  thefe  pro 
ductions  are  approvedj  by  the  friends  and  defenders 
of  their  country,  I  fhall  be  fatisfied  ; — my  ends  will  be 
compleatly  obtained. 

FINALLY,  fir,  if  you  condefcend  to  patronize  this 

volume, 


vi.  D  E  D  I  C  A  T  I  O  N. 

volume,  I  fhall  think  my  labors  arc  fufficiently  reward- 
ed; 

Quod  fi  me  lyricis  vatibus  inferes, 
Sublimi  feriam  fidera  vertice. 

MAY  you  long  live  to  enjoy  the  fruits  of  a  glorious 
peace,  and  the  fweets  of  domeftic  retirement  !  May  no 
future  wars,  or  civil  convulfions  difturb  that  tranquili- 
ty,  which  your  fword  hath  purchafed,  not  only  for 
you i  felf,  but  for  all  your  fellow-citizens.  Like  Me~ 
csenas  may  you  be  the  patron  of  arts  and  fciences,  and 
the  promoter  of  all  works  of  genius. 

'4  Bright  in  the  lyric  bard's  immortal  page, 
Mecanas  mines  thro'  ev'ry  diftant  age  j 
Through  ev'ry  clime,  in  ev'ry  language  known, 
The  patron's  fame,  has  with  the  poet's  flown. 
O  could  my  Mufe  infure  her  fhort-hVd  fong, 
Like  Horace  fprightly,  and  like  Virgil  ftrong  ; 
To  time's  Lift  ftage  my  envy'd  name  fhouldmine^ 
And  bloom  immortal,  by  recording  thine." 

WITH  every  fentimcnt  of  eftcem  and  refpecl,  I  have 
the  honor  to  be 

Your  Excellency's  moft  obliged, 
Moft  devoted,   and 

Very  humble  fervant, 

THE  AUTHOR. 

July  26,   1786. 

PREFACE, 


PREFACE. 

ADDRESSED    TO    THE 

SUBSCRIBERS. 


THOUGH  the  competitions  of  Horace,  reft  upon 
the  folid  foundation  of  their  own  intrinfic  merit, 
and  require  no  apology  ;  yet  there  are  few,  very  few, 
who  afpire.at  an  imitation  of  this  polite  Roman,  whofe 
attempts  do  not  require  every  indulgence  from  the  ju 
dicious  reader. 

POETRY  is  the  moil  amufing  art,  that  ever  em 
ployed  the  ingenuity  and  genius  of  man  ;  and  when  we 
fpeak  of  it  as  an  art  (fays  a  certain  antient  writer)  we 
mean  fitch  a  ivay  or  method  of  treating  a  fuljeEl^  as  is 
found  moft  pleafing  and  delightful  to  us.  In  all  other 
kinds  of  literary  competition,  pleafure  is  fubordinate 
to  ufe,  in  poetry  only  pleafure  is  the  end,  to  which  ufe 
itfelf  (however  it  be,  for  certain  reafons  always  pre 
tended)  muft  fubmit. 

THE  works  of  Horace,  though  calculated  for  the 
latter  purpofe,  are  full  of  inftrudlion  and  rational  a- 
mufement  ;  fo  that  the  foregoing  axiom  is  not  univer- 
fally  conclufive  :  To  pleafe,  and  at  the  fame  time  to 
edify  was  his  favorite  maxim. 


Omne  tulit  pun<foim,   qui  mlfcuh  utile 
Lectorem  delectando,  pariterque  monendo. 

"  Profit 


Tin.  PREFACE. 

"  Profit  and  plcafure,   then,  to  mix  with  art, 
"  T'  inform  the  judgment,  nor  offend  the  heart, 

<c  Shall  gain  all  votes  j 

FRAN. 

THE  latin  language  in  the  Auguftan  age,  had  arri 
ved  to  that  fummit  of  elegance  and  refinement,  beyond 
which,  further  improvement  was  impoffible  ;  and  the 
world  is  indebted  to  that  duet  of  illuftrious  bards,  for 
handing  down  to  pofterity,  fuch  finifhed  records  of 
their  mother  tongue,  in  its  ultimate  purity.  Yet  even 
thofe  incomparable  writers,  the  Milton  and  Addifon  of 
ancient  Rome,  could  not  efcape  the  lafli  of  modern 
critics.  Still  Virgil  fhines  fublime  in  the  armour  of  in 
vulnerable  perfection,  and  Horace,  like  old  gold,  e- 
merges  unimpaired  from  the  fiery  ordeal  of  Scaligcrt 
and  the  reft  of  his  numberlefs  commentators. 

To  difplay  the  beauties  of  this  mafter  of  lyric  poetry, 
(even  if  I  was  capable  of  the  tafk/  would  exceed  the 
prefcribed  limits  of  a  preface.  No  one  has  done  him. 
more  juftice  than  the  learned  Monfieur  Sanadon  ;  and 
they  who  wifh  to  inveftigate  the  minutiae  of  his  cha 
racter  as  an  author,  will  have  their  curiofity  abun 
dantly  gratified,  by  confulting  the  notes  of  the  differ 
ent  expofitors,  all  faithfully  collected  and  judicioufly 
arranged  by  the  Reverend  Mr.  Francis,  and  Doctor 
Dunkin,  the  only  perfons  who  have  ever  done  him  li 
teral  juftice  in  the  Englifh  language,  or  even  in  his 
own.  To  thofe  learned  gentlemen  am  I  particularly 
indebted  for  the  explanation  of  many  difficult  and  dubi 
ous  pafTages  (which  have  embarnuTed  the  genius  of 
former  tranflators  in  all  Europe  ;)  and  indeed,  I  have 
made  free,  at  certain  times,  to. copy  their  very  phrafes. 
Their  re  marks  are  liberal  ;  their  criticifms,  juft ; 
their  obfervations,  pointed  ;  their  expofitions,  ration 
al  and  fatisfactory  ;  and  above  all,  their  tranflations 
truly  poetical,  and  ftrktlr  literal. 

To 


PREFACE.  i*: 

To  equal  the  beauties  of  Horace,  may  be  deemed 
impracticable ;  to  imitate  them,  may  be  attempted. 
Notwithstanding  fome  Writers,  who  arrogate  original** 
ty  to  themfelves,  will  exclaim  "  O  imitatores,  fervum 
pecus !"  it  will  not  be  difficult  to  prove,  that  the 
whole  race  of  authors  come  within  that  defcription.— - 
Homer  perhaps,  may  be  an  exception ;  yet  may  we  not 
with  great  reafon  fuppofe,  that  he  was  indebted  to  the 
labours  of  fome  antecedent  writers,  whofe  names  have 
efcaped  the  records  of  time,  and  whofe  works,  like 
their  bodies,  have  long  been  coniumed  by  the  ruft  of 
ages. 

FROM  Athens,  learning  was  tranfplanted  to  Rome, 
and  with  the  liberties  of  Greece  furrendered  up  her 
Mufes  to  that  proud  miftrefs  of  the  world  ;  from  thofe 
antient  fources,  we  may  derive  the  materials  that  com* 
pofe  our  modern  European  poetry. 

IT  is  very  juftly  obferved  by  a  learned  critic,  that 
"  we  can  determine  wirh  little  certainty,  how  far 
the  principal  Greek  writers  have  been  indebted  to  i- 
mitation.  We  trace  the  waters  of  Helicon  no  higher 
than  to  their  fource  ;  and  we  acquiefce,  with  reafon,  in 
the  device  of  an  old  painter,  who  fomewhat  rudely  in 
deed,  but  not  abiurdly,  drew  the  figure  -of  Homer 
with  a  fountain  frreaming  out  of  his  mouth,  and  the 
other  poecs  watering  at  it." 

<(  Hither,  as  to  their  fountain,  other  ftars 

"  Repairing,   in  their  golden  urns  draw  light." 

Homer's  gods,  Sbakefpear's  witches  and  monitors, 
Milton's  angels,  and  Drydeft's  devils,  form  a  chain  of 
imitation.  Even  Mofes  and  the  Prophets  were  indebt 
ed  to  a  fuperior  and  fupernatural  intelligence  for  a  com 
munication  of  ideas  ;  and  in  imitating  the  divine  per 
fection,  loft  in  fome  degree  their  title  to  originality. 

B  MAHOMET, 


».  P     11     E     F     A     C     E. 

MAHOMET,  by  the  afliftance  of  a  renegado  Jew/is 
rabbi,  and  an  excommunicated  RomiJJj  prieft,  was 
taught  the  myfteries  of  the  old  and  new  Teftaments, 
from  which  he  formed  that  heterodox  legend,  that 
has  led  fo  many  fouls  into  eternal  clirknefs. 

To  mention  examples  of  a  more  modern  date ; 
Viddy  *  among  the  Italians,  who  was  juftly  celebrated 
for  the  purenefs  of  his  language  and  elegance  of  ftyle, 
took  Virgil  for  his  pattern,  and  obferved  an  exact  imi- 
tatiotiy  not  only  of  his  manner,  but  adopted  his  very 
phrafes  and  expreflions  upon  every  fubject  on  which 
he  treats.  Monfieur  Renatus  Rapin,  \  who  excelled  in 
Latin  poetry,  and  was  entirely  directed  by  Roman  ex 
amples,  does  not  borrow  the  words,  but  only  enters 
into  the  manner  and  fpirit  of  Virgil  •,  which  fyftem  is 
much  more  approved  of  than  that  of  the  former,  and 
fquares  with  the  opinions  of  good  critics  and  men  of 
judgment.  Cf  thefe  two  poets,  we  may  make  the 
fame  remark  as  Mr.  Dryder*  did  of  Fletcher  and  Jzkn- 
fon's  copying  from  Shakefpear  ; — 

one  imitates  him  myfl  and  father  beft. 

The  learned  and  judicious  Mr.  Francis  obferves,  that 
though  there  are  many  celebrated  Latin  writers,  both 
ancient  and  modern,  who  have  formed  their  plans  ac 
cording  to  the  model  of  Horace,  and  endeavored  at 
an  imitation  of  his  ftyle  and  manner  ;  yet  they  have 
fallen  far  fhort  of  thatpoetical  perfection  to  which  they 
afpired  ;  among  the  latter  J  Cafimir  and  the  cardinal 
Balnabarbi  have  been  more  fuccefsful.  Of  this  former 
bard,  it  has  been  obferved,  that  his  odes,  epodes,  and 
epigrams,  have  not  been  thought  inferior  to  fome  pro 
ductions  of  the  fineft  wits  of  ancient  Greece  and  Rome ; 
and  GrotiuSy  Daniel  Heinftus,  and  many  others,  have 
not  fcrupled  to  affirm,  that  he  is  not  only  equal,  but 

fometimes 

*  Born  1470.  f  Born  1621.  I  Born   1597. 


PREFACE.  *r. 

fomctimes  fuperior  even  to  Horace  himfelf.  Pvapin 
has  not  been  fo  high,  in  his  praifes  ;  he  allows  him 
to  have  a  great  deal  of  fire  and  fublimity,  but  declares 
him  wanting  in  point  of  purity.  But  it  C A s i  M  I  R  had 
enemies,  who  detracted  from  his  merits,  he  took  care 
not  to  be  wanting  in  his  own  praife  ;  for  in  an  ode  ad- 
drefled  to  Pope  Urban  VIII.  according  to  the  ufual 
privilege  of  poets,  he  boldly  proclaims  the  immortali 
ty  of  his  productions  ;  and  fays,  that  Horace  fhall  not 
go  to  Heaven  alone,  but  that  he  alfo  will  attend  him, 
and  be  a  companion  of  his  immortality. 

Non  folus  olim  pnepes  Horatius, 

Ibit  biformis  per  liquidam  xthera 

Vates  ;   olorinifve  late 

Cantibus,  ^Eoliove  Terras 
Temnet  Volatu.      Me  quoque  defides 
Tranare  Nimbos,   me  Zyphyris  fuper 

Impune  pendere,  et  fereno 

Calliope  dedit  ire  ccelo.   &c, 

THE  jpenfive  *  Cowley  fas  Mr.  Pope  has  been  pleaf- 
ed  to  ftyle  him)  in  his  third  and  fourth  difcourfe  of 
flowers,  treats  of  the  fubject  in  all  the  variety  of  Catul 
lus  and  Horace's  numbers  :  For  the  loft  of  which  au 
thors  he  had  a  peculiar  reverence,  and  imitated  him, 
not  only  in  the  ftately  and  numerous  pace  of  his  ode* 
and  epodesy  but  in  the  familiar  eafinefs  of  his  epijlles^ 
and  fpeeches. 

THE  elegant  Addifon,  has  exceeded  the  bounds  of 
modern  imitation,  in  a  couple  of  Latin  odes,  purely 
in  the  Horatian  ftyle ;  in  that  addrefled  to  Doctor  Bur- 
nety  he  obferves  the  Pindaric  meafure,  ufed  by  Horace 
in  his  fourth  ode  and  fourth  book — 

Qualem  miniftrum  fulminis  alitem, 
Mr.  Addifon  begins  his  ode— 

Non  ufitatum  carmiriis  alitem,  &c.  and 

*  Born  1718. 


PREFACE. 

and  proceeds  in  the  fame  manner  throughout  the  \vhol; 
performance,  obferving  an  exact  imitation  of  the  man 
ner  and  purity  of  his  original. — As  I  deemed  myfelf 
unequal  to  the  tafk  of  tranflating  this  very  difficult 
ode  of  Horace — I  have  ventured  to  infert  that  elegant 
one,  done  by  Doctor  Gilbert  Wefly  andpublifhed  among 
Jiis  tranflations  of  Pindar. 

To  return  to  the  celebrated  author  of  Cato,  his 
commentator  obferves,  "  that  the  ode  infcribed  to 
Doctor  Hannes  is  not  the  leaft  inferior  to  the  fprmer, 
and  afTerts  that  they  are  executed  in  the  true  fpirit  of 
Horace,  and  are  only  equalled  among  the  moderns  by 
thofe  excellent  competitions  of  the  Doctor  himfelf. 
He  is  to  be  diftinguifhed  through  all  his  performances, 
both  Latin  and  Englijh,  particularly  the  former,  by 
the  ftrength  of  his  images,  and  by  a  forcible  and  unaf 
fected  vivacity  of  expreffion,  which  none  of  our  mo 
derns  have  attained  to,  in  fo  much  perfection  ;  and 
which  is  very  rarely  to  be  met  with  even  in  any  of  the 
antients  fince  Virgil  and  Horace  !  From  his  beautiful 
poem  in  Latin,  upon  the  refurrection,  Dr.  Toung  has 
drawn  an  elegant  paraphrafe  upon  the  lafl  day. 

The  immortal  Pope,  from  whofe  pen  nothing  ever 
fell  without  the  finifhing  polifh  of  poetical  elegance, 
has  far  furpafled  thofe  dormant  writers,  whofe  works 
are  honored  by  his  imitation  ;  and  to  ufe  the  arch- 
chitectal  ftyle,  thofe  imitations  may  be  compared  to 
a  fabric  of  the  compofite  order,  elevated  on  a  Gothic 
pedeftal  and  bafe.  This  alluflon  is  only  intended  for 
thofe  obfolete  authors,  whofe  works,  though  drefTcd  in 
a  fimple  uncouth  garb  of  exprefiion,  and  unimbellifhed 
with  the  foftnefs  and  harmony  of  modern  verfification  ; 
like  the  ore  are  capable  of  refinement,  efpecially  by 
fuch  a  mafter  of  poetical  alchymy  as  Mr.  Pope.  As  to 
our  favorite  Horace  (in  jufticc  to  his  Britifh  imitator) 
Jie  fhines  in  an  English  drefs,  with  as  much  eclat  as  in 

his 


PREFACE.  xiii. 

his  native  garb,  at  the  court  of  Auguftus. — In  a  collec- 
lection  of  a  number  of  tranflations,  imitations,  and  pa* 
raphraies  of  the  lyric  works  of  Horace,  compofed  by 
a  variety  of  perfons,  and  among  them  feveral  of 
the  higheft  eftimation  in  the  line  of  poets,  and  called 
the  Wit's  Horace — Dr.  Francis  obferves,  with  the  great- 
eft  degree  of  modefty  and  candor,  "  that  there  are 
many  fine,  but  very  diftant  imitations  of  our  author, 
perhaps  not  inferior  to  their  original — That  however 
eminent  the  writers  may  be  in  other  parts  of  their  cha 
racters,  yet  in  this  inftance,  they  have  indulged,  in* 
judicioufly,  a  wantonnefs  of  imagination,  and  an  affec 
tation  of  wit,  as  oppofite  to  the  natural  Simplicity  of 
Horace,  as  to  the  genius  of  lyric  poetry. 

Callimachus,  though  born  on  the  fame  terra  firma 
with  the  pirates  of  Algiers,  and  the  footy  fons  of  Caf- 
raria,  was  allowed  by  Quintilian  to  be,  not  only  the 
firft  Greek,  but  the  firft  of  all  the  elegiac  poets.  Ta- 
naquil  Faber,  the  father  of  the  celebrated  Madame  Da- 
cier,  in  his  lives  of  the  Greek  poets,  fays,  that  Catullus 
and  Properties  did  often  imitate  him,  and  fomctimes 
ftole  from  him.  The  latter  made  choice  of  him  for  a 
pattern,  and  defired  no  higher  honor,  than  to  have 
his  own  poems  ranked  with  his.  Ovid  was  his  declared 
rival,  and  his  greateft  ambition  was  to  be  thought  fu- 
perior  to  Callimachus. — I  will  now  only  mention  two 
modern  imitators  of  Horace,  whofe  names  it  would  be 
jnjuftice  to  pafs  by  in  a  work  of  this  nature,  and  then 
fhall  make  free  to  place  Horace  himfelf  in  the  line  of 
an  imitator. — George  Buchanan,  who,  though  he  flou- 
rifhed  in  the  fixteenth  century,  at  a  time  when  arts 
and  fciences  were  cramped  by  civil  difcord  and  fchif- 
matic  diflentions  ;  yet  amidft  the  horrors  of  a  dunge 
on,  and  furrounded  by  a  guard  of  portugueze  inqui- 
iitors,  he  tranflaied  the  principal  part  of  David's 
pfiilms  into  Latin  verfe.  His  meafures  are  ftriclly  Ho- 
rattan,  his  language,  truly  Roman,  and  no  man,  fince 

the 


XIV. 


PREFACE. 


the  days  of  our  Lyric,  has  ever  undertaken  that  fubjed 
with  any  profpecl:  of  fuccefs,  till  the  fuperior  genius  of 
Buchanan,  furmounted  this  difficulty.  Even  Horace 
might  not  have  been  afhamed  to  have  pafTed  upon  the 
world,  as  the  putative  father  of  his  odes.  But  to  e- 
ftablifh  his  character  as  an  author  of  the  firft  eminence 
among  our  modern  Latinifts,  Mr.  Rooke,  who  in  ad 
dition  to  his  tranflations  from  the  Latin  of  Sannazari» 
us,  Amaltheus,  D.  Heinfius  and  Vida,  has  given  us  a 
poetical  verfion  of  fome  of  his  eclogues,  thus  charac- 
terifes  this  eminent  genius  and  his  writings  ;  "  He  had, 
fays  he,  an  uncommon  fhare  of  wit,  and  all  his  turns 
are  eafy,  natural  and  delicate  ;  every  line  in  the  poetry 
lie  has  left  behind  him,  {Lines  with  a  furpriiing  beauty  j 
his  odes  are  worthy  antiquity ;  his  tragedies  {  have  a 
purity  of  ftile,  which  is  incomparable  ;  his  verfion  of 
the  pfalms,  far  furpafles  all  that  ever  attempted  the 
fubjeft  before  ;  and  in  brief,  all  his  pieces  abound 
with  a  fprightly  turn  of  wit  and  an  admirable  ftrength 
of  imagination.  In  the  variety  and  choice  of  his  verfe, 
he  followed  his  own  humor  entirely,  and  all  feemed 
to  flow  from  him  naturally,  and  without  labour;  'tis 
therefore  with  the  higheft  juftice,  that  fo  many  great; 
men  have  beftowed  fuch  glorious  encomiums  en  his 
wit,  and  that  Scaliger  concludes  the  fine  epitaph  which 
he  made  upon  him,  with  thefe  lines — 

Imperii  fuerat  Remani  Scotia  limes, 
Romani  Imperii  Scotia  finis  erit." 

Doftor  Burnety  in  his  hiftory  of  the  reformation, 
gives  us  a  further  and  fuller  teftimony  of  him — "  That 
though  he  had  been  obliged  to  teach  fchool  in  exile,  for 
almoft  20  years,  yet  the  greatnefs  of  his  mind  was 
not  deprefled  by  that  fervile  employment. — In  his 
writings  there  appears  not  only  all  the  beauty  and  gra 
ces 

§  There  are  four  in  number,  namely,  the  Babtifla<  the  MeJta  of  Eurlpijei, 
Je;btba,  which  he  dedicated  to  Cbarludc  Cojfi,  Maifliall  of  France,  and_^/- 
ceftei. 


PREFACE.  xv. 

ces  of  the  Latin  tongue,  but  a  vigor  of  mind  and  a 
quitknefs  of  thought,  far  beyond  Bembus  or  the  other 
Italians,  who  at  that  time  affected  to  revive  the  purity 
of  the  Roman  ftyle.  It  was  but  a  ieeble  Imitation  of 
Tully  in  them  ;  but  his  ftyle  is  fo  natural  and  nervous, 
and  his  reflections  on  things  are  fo  folil  (befides  his 
immortal  poems,  in  which  he  {hews  how  well  he  could 
imitate  all  the  Roman  poets,  in  their  feveral  ways  of 
writing,  that  he  who  compares  them,  will  be  often 
tempted  to  prefer  the  copy  to  the  original)  that  he  is 
juftly  reckoned  the  greateft  and  beft  of  our  modern 
writers.  In  cornpoiing  the  hiftory  of  his  own  coun 
try,  he  chofe  Salujl  and  Livy  for  his  models,  in  imita 
ting  of  whom,  he  happily  united  the  force  and  brevity 
of  the  former,  with  the  perfpicuity  and  elegance  of  the 
latter.  To  conclude  his  character,  a  certain  tranfla- 
tor  obferves  that  Buchanan  is  the  juft  boafl  of  the  Scots 
nation.  He  was  a  perfect  mafter  of  the  Latin  tongue, 
knew  all  its  ftrength  and  beauties,  and  very  happily 
transferred  them  into  his  own  poems." 

LEAVING  ithis  remote  period  of  time,  let  us  come 
home  to  the  prefent  century  •,  here  we  find  a  poet, 
who,  though  not  a  native  of  America,  has  often  ho 
nored  us  with  the  productions  of  his  Mufe.  Horace 
was  his  Apollo,  and  he  has  even  rivaled  Lim  in  his 
own  way.  They  who  read  the  Latin  Lyrics  of  B  eve- 
ridge  t  and  examine  their  numerous  beauties,  muft  fub- 
feribe  to  my  opinion. 

"  In  former  times  fam'd  Maro  fmoothly  fung, 

"  But  ftill  he  warbled  in  his  native  tongue; 

"  His  tow'ring  thoughts,  and foft enchanting  lays, 

f<  Long ilnce have  crownd  him  with  immortal  bays. 

"  But  ne'er  did  Maro  fuch  high  glory  feek, 

"  As  to  excel  Maonides  in  Greek. 

Here  you  may  view  a  bard  of  modern  time, 
k  "Who  claims  fair  Scotland  as  his  native  clime, 

"  Contend 


xvr.  PREFACE. 

"  Contend  with  Flaccus  on  the  Roman  lyre, 
"  His  humor  catch,  and  glow  with  all  his  fire." 

THIS  character  is  moft  literally  true,  as  drawn  by 
Mr.  Alexander,  late  of  the  college  of  Philadelphia. 
A  conftant  variety  of  fubject,  as  well  as  verfe,  is  ob- 
fcrved  through  his  compofidons.  His  defcriptions  of 
the  feveral  places  in  thefe  late  colonies,  now  ftates, 
may  juftly  rival  Albunea^  An'iQy  Tibernus,  Cragusy  £ry- 
mantkus  or  Tempe. 

"  "Whenfome  gay  rural  landfcapeprores  his  theme, 
"  Some  f\veet  retirement  or  fomc  filver  ftream  ; 
"  Nature's  unfolded  in  his  melting  fong, 
"  The  brooks  in  fofter  murmurs  glide  along  ; 
"  The  gales  blow  gentler  thro'  the  ruftling  trees, 
"  More  aromatic  fragrance  fills  the  breeze  : 
"  Tiber,  the  theme  of  many  a  bard's  efTay, 
c<  Is  fweetly  rival'd  here,  in  Cafio  Bay" 

THOUGH  Beveridgt  has  left  us  but  one  paftoral, 
yet  from  that  fmgle  fpecimcn,  we  are  enabled  to  con 
clude  how  well  he  could  have  fuccecded  in  that  fpecies 
of  composition,  had  he  perfevcred.  The  Iditiums  of 
Theocriies  and  the  eclogues  of  KrgH  are,  doubtlefs, 
the  moft  finiihed  pieces  of  their  kind,  that  antiquity 
hath  handed  to  us  :  Yet  a  good  imitation  of  thofe  great 
mafters  oi  paftoral,  is  not  without  its  peculiar  merits. 
Thus  his  penegyrift — 

<f  When  fond  Urbanus  feels  love's  tort'ring  pains, 
<c  And  to  the  rocks  in  deep  defpair  complains, 
"  A  trickling  tear  burfts  from  the  moift'ned  eye, 
<c  The  fympathetic  bofom  heaves  a  figh." 

THERE  can  be  no  fubjelt  more    noble  than  that  of 
friendfhip  ;   it   difplays   the    dignity  of  human  nature, 
records  the  goodnefs  of  the  heart,  and  fhews  our  fel 
low 


PREFACE. 


XVII,' 


low  men,  what  they  ought  to  be,  in  refpefl  to  fociety 
and  mutual  intercourfe.  The  odes  of  Horace  are  io 
many  eternal  teftimonies  of  his  virtue  as  a  man,  and 
his  merit  as  a  citizen.  *  Beveridge  does  not  only  imi~ 
him,  in  his  variety  of  verfification,  purenefs  of 
language,  and  elegance  of  ftyle,  but  with  a  fincerity 
that  does  honor  to  his  feelings,  equals,  I  had  aimoit 
faid,  exceeds  him  in  benevolence  and  philanthropy. 

"  Arms  and  the  man,"  employed  the  Mantuan  Twain,1 

"  Achilles7  rage,   the  great  Maeonian  flrain  5 

Ci  Juil  indignation  bads  the  fat'rifl  write  ; 

"  But  friendihip's  laws,   his  choiceft  lays  invite  i 

"  Friendihip  oft'  tun'd  the  Roman  lyri/Fs  firing, 

"  Friendfhip  oft'  bids  the  modern  Mufe  to  fing. 

<c  But  here  the  fhines  original  and  pure, 

"  Deck'd  with  thofe    charms,  that  gen'rous  minds, 

allure, 

"  The  focial  virtues  all  around  her  throng, 
"  And  feem  morelovdy  in  the  melting  fong." 

WE  who  live  in  this  modern  day,  cannot  be  fuppo- 
fed  to  have  an  idea  that  is  new,  or  untouched  upon  be 
fore;  yet  we  have  the  advantage  of  {landing  on  the 
fhoulders  of  our  predeceflbrs,  and  of  creeling  our 
ncfr-f&ngled  ftrucrures  with  all  the  materials  of  phi- 
lofophy  and  poetry  that  have  been  'collected  fince  the 
days  of  Arijtztle  and  Homer.  My  intention  here,  is  to 
place  Horace  himfelf  (as  I  have  faid  before)  in  the  line 
of  an  imitator  .-  To  effecl  which,  Mr.  Addifon,  in  his 
remarks  on  Pope's  E/Jay  on  Criticifm^  furnifhes  the  ne- 
ceiTdry  amir  i nee  ; — he  calls  it  a  mafter  piece  in  its  kind; 
and  further  adds,  "the observations  follow  one  another 

like 
C 

'   In  Cptaltmg  of  du7<?rent  authors  anH  their  wrerks,  I  hare  not  been  parti* 
;  rhem  in  *  chrono  ogKal  manner,  according  to  the  periods 
jiifTievI,  conceiving  fuch   p'ecirion   to    be  immaterial  in  a 
i:    Flow-v-r,  the   learned  reader  will  be  able  to  adjuft 
thisdefecr  *  <  it  OP?)   according  to  hi  i  own   knowledge  sod  j 

-«<n:  j   ro  •»      .  ver    th«rarf*>iv  fubmit. 


XVIII- 


PREFACE. 


like  tliofe  in  Horace's  art  of  poetry,  without  that  me 
thodical  regularity  which  would  have  been  r-equifite  in 
a  profe-writer.  ••  They  are  fomc  of  them  uncommon, 
but  fuch  as  the  reader  muft  aflent  to,  when  he  fees 
them  explained  with  that  eafe  and  perfpicuity  in  which 
they  are  delivered.  As  for  thofe  which  are  the  mofi 
liiioivn^  and  the  mo  ft  received^  they  are  placed  in  fo 
beau#ful  a  light,  and  illuftrated  with  fuch  apt  allufi- 
ons  that  they  have  in  them  all  the  graces  of  novelty  ; 
and  make  the  reader,  who  iuas  before  acquainted  with 
them,  flill  more  convinced  of  their  trutlv  and  folidity  : 
And  here  give  me  leave  to  mention  what  Monfieur  Boi- 
leau  has  fo  well  enlarged  upon  hi  the  preface  of  his 
works:  That  wit  and  fine  writing  do  not  confift  fo 
much  in  advancing  things  that  are  neiu,  as  in  giving 
things  that  are  known  an  agreeable  turn." 

IT  is  impoflible  for  us  to  make  obfervations  in  criti- 
cifm,  morality  or  any   art  and  fcience,  which  have  not 
been  touched  upon  by  others ;  we  have  little  elfe  left  us, 
but  to  reprefent  the  common  fenfe  of  mankind  in  more 
ilrong,  more  beautiful,  or  more  uncommon  lights.     If  a 
reader  examines  Horace's  art  of  poetry,  he  will  find  but 
few  precepts  in  it  which  he  may  not  meet  with  in  Arifto- 
tie,  and  which  were  not  commonly  known   by  all  the 
poets  of  the  Augujlan  age.      His  way  of  expreffing  and 
applying  them,  not  his  Invention  of  them,  is  what  we  are 
chiefly  to  admire.      "Some  modern  writers  have  accu- 
fed  Horace  of  pofleffing  a  degree  of  vanity,   that  was 
unpardonable,   and  of  being  too   fond   of  trumpeting 
iiis  own  praifc.      But  vanity  is  a  foible  peculiar  to   all 
authors,   either  in  a  greater  or  lefier  degree  :   Yet  this 
vanity  becomes  very  ridiculous,   when  it  is  not  the  re- 
iult  of  a  confcioufnefs  of  fuperior  worth,  mature  judge 
ment,   and  an   abfolute  confidence  in  genius."      Some 
poets,  leaft   their   productions  fliould    not  fufilciently 
immortalize  them,  will  give  us  an  hiftory  of  their  pe 
digree. 


11     E     F     A     C     E. 


XIX. 


ciigree.  Mr.  Walfo  in  his  critique  on  Virgil's  paftorals 
(an  author  to  whom  he  was  very  partial)  fays,  "  that 
Homer  can  never  be  enough  admired  for  this  one  fo 
particular  quality,  that  he  never  fpeaks  of  himfelf,  ei 
ther  in  the  Iliad  or  Odyffey  ;  and,  if  Horace  had  never 
told  us  his  genealogy,  but  left  it  to  the  writer  of  his 
life,  perhaps  he  had  not  been  a  lofer  by  it."  In  an- 
fwer  to  this,  it  may  be  faid  that  Homer  being  a  natural 
child,  was  not  fo  fond  of  recording  his  defcent ;  and 
though  he  was  the  fuppofed  father  of  Greek  poetry  ;  yet 
the  age  he  lived  in  was  infeniibie  of  realmerit ;  and  whilft 
his  talents  made  him  worthy  of  every  thing  that  his 
country  could  beftow — he  was  only  regarded  as  a  bal 
lad-finger  ;  and  from  his  natural  misfortunes,  fre 
quently  iiyJed  the  Blind  Beggar  of  Greece.  Homer, 
doubtlefs,  had  his  reafons  for  being  thus  filent  : 
If  we  conilder  the  many  difad  vantages  he  laboured  un 
der,  the  ftraitnefs  of  his  fortune,  his  natural  diffidence 
of  temper,  the  want  of  generous  patrons,  and  above 
all,  having  his  works  pirated  from  him,  and  recited 
all  over  Greece,  during  his  life  time,  as  the  producti 
ons  of  another  ;  I  fay,  thofc  many  draw-backs  upon 
his  ambition,  were  fufficient  to  damp  the  genius  and 
check  the  vanity  of  a  much  greater  poet  than  Homer, 
if  fuch  a  one  did  ever  exift,  f  The  laft  odes  of  the  fe- 
cond  and  third  books  are  of  the  fame  nature,  and  may 
be  produced  as  iaftances  of  this  vanity.  In  the  for 
mer,  Horace,  in  a  paroxyfm  of  poetical  phrenfy,  con 
ceives  himfelf  to  be  transformed  into  a  pegafean  fwan. 
Spurning  the  dull  earth,  and  mounting  on  the  broad 
fledged  pinions  of  eternal  fame,  beholds  far  beneath 
him  the  roaring  Dardanelles,  and  the  quick  fands  of 
Afric — nay  Greenland,  and  Zembla  do  not  efcape  his 
view  ;  and  vrhilit  he  foars  fuperior  to  the  grave  (the 
common  receptacle  of  the  vulgar)  Europe  and  Aiia 
fhall  proclaim  his  glory.  In  the  latter,  he  celebrates 
his  own  productions,  and  propheiies  that  their  reputa 
tion  iliall  be  immortal.  \ 

•f  Vide  Dr.  Pafrick's.  key  to  tliefe  cdes. 


Xx.  PREFACE. 

I  will  not  wholly  die,  for  famefhall  fave 
My  nobler  part,   and  refcue  from  the  grave  ! 
While  mitred  priefts  the  capitol  afcend, 
And  veftal  maids  the  fllent  pomp  attend. 

f<  THE  prediction  of  our  poet,  fays  the  learned 
Monfieur  Sanadon,  is  now  accompliilied  far  beyond  the 
term  he  propofed.  The  capitol  is  fallen  ;  the  religi 
on  of  the  Romans  continues  no  longer,  yet  the  poems 
of  Horace  preferve  all  their  original  ftrength  and  beau 
ty.  We  may  now  be  bold  to  fay,  that  their  deftiny  is 
blended  with  that  of  the  world,  and  that  they  can  on 
ly  perilh  in  one  common  ruin."  This  laft  mentioned 
ode,  in  the  tranflation,  I. have  made  free  to  addrefs  to 
my  very  worthy  friend  and  fellow-foldier  Lieutenant* 
Colonel  Eleazer  Ofivald,  late  of  the  American  Artillery  ; 
not  only  on  account  of  his  ulhering  this  work  into  the 
•world,  but  for  his  many  eminent  virtues  as  a  brave 
foldier,  and  good  citizen.  The  hardihips  he  has  fuf- 
fered,  the  toils  he  has  endured,  and  the  many  trying 
viciflitudes  he  has  experienced  in  the  defence  of  his 
country,  entitle  him  to  the  efteem  of  every  patriotic 
and  virtuous  American.— But  to  return  to  our  au 
thor — the  above  ode,  which  ought  to  have  been  an 
epilogue  to  the  whole  of  his  lyric  works,  fhews, 
that  he  has  perfevered  in  his  fcheme  of  imitating  Alcz- 
•LIS  and  Sappkc,  which  he  has  mentioned  before ;  and 
Mr.  Sanadon  fays,  it  is  not  probable  that  he  could  have 
fo  frequently  boafted  of  being  the  firft,  who  formed 
himfelf  upon  an  imitation  of  the  Grsecian  poets,  if  the 
public  had  not  in  general  acknowledged  his  claim. 

A  FURTHER  recapitulation  of  the  many  tranfla- 
tors  and  imitators  of  Horace^  and  of  one  another, 
would  be  unneceflary,  as  it  may  be  fo  eafily  proved 
from  numberlefs  incontrovertible  facts,  that  originali 
ty  is  but  an  abftract  idea,  and  amounts  to  little  more 
than  chimaTa  :  Even  the  very  ingenius  Moniieur 


PREFACE.  xxi. 

golfer,  who  is  fuppofed  to  have  invented  the  art  of 
Hying  in  the  prefent  day  (without  detracting  from 
that  gentleman's  merit)  is  moft  evidently  indebted  for 
the  hint,  to  Boyle ,  and  to  a  work  written  by  DocJor  John 
Wilklns  late  Lord  Bi/hop  of  Chefter,  on  the  difeovery  of 
a  new  world  ;  proving  the  moon  to  be  inhabitable, 
and  of  the  poffibility  of  a  paflage  thither. 

BEFORE  I  conclude  this  addrefs,  I  muft,  in  juftice 
to  myfelf  and  fome  unknown  authors,  to  whofe  abili 
ties  I  am  indebted  in  the  prefent  undertaking,  give  a 
true  account  of  this  tranflation,  as  it  now  ftands  before 
the  impartial  public.  With  refpect  to  the  firft  book  : 
The  fifth  ode,  to  Pyrrha,  is  by  another  hand,  though 
I  cannot  now  remember  where  I  met  with  it  :  The 
thirteenth  to  Lydia,  is  tranflated  by  a  perfon,  who 
figns  himfelf  Flork,  and,  in  my  humble  opinion,  is 
well  done,  though  not  quite  equal  to  Mr.  Creech,  yet 
it  may  difpute  the  bays  with  Mr.  Francis.  The  feven- 
teenth,  to  Tindaris,  is  anonymous,  and  taken  from  a 
magazine  for  the  month  of  Auguft,  1746.  The 
nineteenth  to  Clycera,  an  imitation,  figned  P.  is,  I  be 
lieve,  felecled  from  the  fame  kind  of  repolitory.  The 
thirtieth,  to  Venus  y  is  a  petit  ouvre  of  fome  body, 
which  I  have  ventured  to  alter  and  enlarge.  The  thir 
ty-fourth  is  a  beautiful  paraphrafe  by  Telarius,  and  e- 
qual  to  Doctor  Dunkitfs  tranflation  of  that  ode.  The 
thirty-fet'enth,  to  his  Companions,  is  the  production  of 
a  ftranger,  to  whofe  abilities  I  am  likewife  indebted. 
The  two  lajl  odes  made  their  firft  appearance  in  the  gen 
tleman's  magazine,  and  are  there  faid  to  have  been 
lately  difcovered  in  the  palatine  library,  and  commu 
nicated  by  Gafpcr  Pallavicini,  fub  librarian,  as  may  be 
better  underftood  by  his  own  Latin  account  in  the 
margin  ;  to  which  I  refer.  In  the  Britiih  annual  re- 
gifter  for  the  yecir  1777,  I  firft  laid  my  eyes  on  them; 
from  which,  with  avidity,  I  have  taken,  tranflated, 
and  added  them  to  this  American  verfion  (from  the 

purity 


PREFACE. 


purity  of  the  language)  having  not  the  leafl  doubt  of 
their  being  truly  genuine.  Inthi'fecsnd  book,  tie  fourth 
cdfy  to  Xcxthias  Pho:e:;s>  is  a  foreign  production,  the 
fignaturc  of  which  I  do  not  recollect.  Thcf/xtt>,  to 
Septimus,  and  alfo  the-  twelfth,  to  MecXnas,  arc  the 
works  of  Mr.  Marriott,  of  Trinity-Hall,  Cambridge, 
a  gentleman  of  moft  undoubted  poetical  talents  •,  to 
him  we  are  indebted  for  feveral  compofitions,  executed 
in  a  moft  mafterly  manner  ;  particularly  an  ode  on  ly 
ric  poetry,  which,  in  a  fmall  compafs,  is  fraught  with 
all  the  variety,  elegance  and  beauty  of  that  fpecies  of 
writing,  and  may,  with  juftice  be  made  a  frontifpiece 
to  the  work  of  our  author,  of  which  it  is  an  epitome  ; 
for  which  purpofe  I  have  (elected  it.  Add  to  this  a 
frbe  translation  of  the  feventsenth  ode  and  firft  book, 
which  has  all  the  merit  of  the  before-mentioned.  Thd 
ode  to  Septimus  is  an  imitation,  which  I  have  ventured 
to  alter  in  refpect  to  local  circumftances,  and  addrefs 
to  a  particular  friend.  The  tenth  >  to  Licinius  Mnrena, 
appears  under  the  -fig  nature  of  G.  S.  as  does  the  third 
of  the  third  bock*  The  thirteenth,  fifteenth,  and  twen 
ty-eighth  of  the  fame,  are  the  labours  of  perfons  whole 
names,  figr.atu.res,  &c.  have  entirely  efcaped  my  me 
mory.  The  twenty-ninth,  to  Mecocnas,  from  the  be 
ginning  to  the  fifty-fifth  line,  is  a  trafiflation  of  my  own  5 
from  thence  to  thefeventy-jiftk  is  done  by  Doctor  Pope; 
to  the  eighty-fifth  I  refumed  my  pen  ;  to  the  hundred 
end  fecond  is  the  work  of  the  late  Duke  of  Buckingham, 
the  remainder  I  ventured  to  finifli.  The  firji  ode  of 
the  fourth  book,  addrefled  to  Venus,  I  made  an  at 
tempt  to  verfify,  and  proceeded  as  far  as  the  twentieth 
line,  when  comparing  it  with  Mr.  Pcpe's  paraphraic,  I 
found  it  in  vain  to  purfue  it,  after  fuch  an  accompiiih- 
ed  matter  j  and  in  imitation  of  Mr.  Frauds  (who 
would  not  attempt  the  third  cde  of  the  fourth  book  after 
Bijhop  Alter  bury,  but  inferted  it)  I  have  fmifhed  the 
remainder,  from  Mr.  Popes's  verfion.  In  the  fecoru! 
od?y  to  AntQnius  Juliis^  confifting  of  fifteen  verfes  ;  the 

firil 


PREFACE. 


the  tenth  and  two  laft,  are  the  refult  of  my 
own  ftudy  j  the  reft  is  the  work  of  another  hand—  • 
The  comparifon  is  left  for  the  candid  reader  to  make, 
which  it  is  hoped  will  not  be  too  ftrictly  critical.  The 
third  is  a  compofiticn  of  a  gentleman,  who  figns  him- 
felf  G.  Gregory  •,  and  though  it  is  not  without  its  parti 
cular  beauties,  yet  it  muft  be  allowed  to  yield  to  that 
excellent  tranilation  of  the  fame  ode  done  by  Dr.  At- 
terbitry.  The  feventh,  to  Tcrquatus^  by  Alumnus. 
The  firft  three  verfes,  and  the  feventh  in  the  ninth  ode, 
to  Lolllus,  were  written  by  Mr.  Pope,  the  reft  I  have 
prefumed  to  imitate  in  my  own  numbers,  for  which  I 
hope  my  indulgent  readers  will  excufe  me.  The  tenth 
to  LtgurinuS)  by  C.  is  the  Ian;;  and  here  my  obligations 
,to  ftrangers  are  at  an  end. 


THE  tobc/ebook  of  epodes,  together  with 
poem,  and  all  the  odes  which  have  not  been  particular 
ly  herein  mentioned,  are  my  own  ;  though  I  candidly 
acknowledge  myfelf  highly  thankful  to  Mr.  Creech,  Mr. 
Oldifworth  and  Mr.  Francis,  throughout  this  work. 

AMONG  the  poems  which  I  call  original,  andintermix 

with   my  own   compofitions,    are  the  productions   of 

fome  young   gentlemen,  who   appear  to  have  been  fa 

vored  by  the    Mufes,   particularly  Mr.    John   Wilcocks, 

late  an  officer  of  the  Britifh  army,   my  moft  intimate 

friend  and   acquaintance.      The  genius   of  this  young 

foldier,  feemed  to  be  entirely  adapted  to  paftoral,   ele 

gy  and  fatire,  of  the  laft  of  which  he  was  a  mafter,  as 

may  be  feen  in  a  poem  written  on  his  deceafe.      I  am 

alfo  much  obliged  to  the   ingenuity   of  Mr.   Prior,   a 

young  gentleman  of  \Dover,   in  the  ftate  of  Delaware^ 

for  a  few  copies,   which,  if  any  fnould  fall   under  the 

cognizance  of  critics,   are  entitled  to  every  indulgence 

from  his  youth  and  inexperience.  The  reader  may  dif- 

tingu'ih  the  authors,   by  the  feveral  initials  fubfcribed  ; 

and  fuch  pieces  as  arc  the  work  of  anonymous  writers, 

will 


PREFACE. 


will  be  diftinguifhed  by  an  afterifk  at  the  beginning. 
Befides  thefe,  I  have  inferted  fome  poetical  tranflations 
from  the  Greek  and  Latin,  which  were  configned  to 
oblivion,  through  the  obliterating  medium  of  rats 
and  moths  under  the  fequeftered  canopy  of  an  antiqua 
ted  trunk  •,  written  between  the  years  17  20  and  1730, 
by  the  learned  and  facetious  David  French,  Efq.  late  of 
the  Delaware  counties  (now  ftate.)  They  feem  to  be 
worthy  of  preferving,  and  maybe  alfo  known  as  before 
mentioned.  The  Hymn  and  paraphrafe  on  the  23d 
pfalm,  are  the  work  of  an  American  lady  of  quality. 
The  fatires  I  have  purpofely  rejected,  being  of  too  per- 
fonal  a  nature  to  be  admitted  into  apiiblication,  which  is 
intended  to  pleafe  only,  depending  entirely  on  the  pa 
tronage  and  generolity  of  my  countrymen,  to  whofe 
candor  and  fuperior  judgment,  with  the  greateft  defer 
ence  and  humility,  are  fubmitted  the  feeble  efforts  of  an 
uufkilful  mufe. 


THE 


THE 

LIFE  OF  HORACE. 

Compiled  from  different  AUTHORS,  with  REMARKS 
on  his  CHARACTER, 

ADDRESSED     TO    HIS    EXCELLENCY 

BENJAMIN  FRANKLIN,  ESQ. 

L:  L:  D.   F:  R:  S.  PRESIDENT    of   the  Common 
wealth  of  PENNSYLVANIA,  &c.  &c.  &c. 


THE  moft  accurate  account  of  our  author  is  fuppo- 
fed  to  be  handed  to  us,  by  that  able  biogra 
pher  J  Suetonius,  from  whofe  labours,  as  well  as 
from  Her  ace's  own  account,  our  modern  hiftorians, 
Maidiuell9  Cruftus,  Majffon  and  others,  have  drawn  a 
fund  of  information  ;  numberlefs  anecdotes  may  be 
found  by  an  ingenious  inquirer,  which  might  furnifh  a 
large  field  of  entertainment  for  our  readers.  Howe 
ver  as  the  fphere  in  which  Horace  moved,  may  be  con 
fined  within  the  narrow  compafs  of  a  fewfelect  friends, 
it  would  be  intrusion  to  fpin  it  out  to  an  unneccfTa- 
ry  length  ;  fuffice  k  to  give  a  fhort  account  of  his 
birth,  education,  and  a  few  £ketches  of  his  character 
as  an  author. 

D  Quintus 

J  The  lives  ofTeftnce,  Itoract,  'Jwer.al,  Perjcus,  and  Lucaf.f  have  ufual- 
)y  gone  under  Suetoniui  name,  and  been  printed  at  the  end  of  his  works, 
though  it  is  not  abfolutely  certain,  that  they  are  his. 


THE   LIFE   OF    HORACE. 


Quintus  Horatius  Ffa.ccus,  an  eminent  Roman  poet, 
who  flouriihed  in  the  age  of  Augujlus^  was  born  at  Ve- 
nuftumy  a  town  of  ^/pu/iay  or  Lucan'ia^  for  he  himfelf 
does  not  determine  which.  His  birth-day  fell  on  the 
8th  of  December,  in  the  year  of  Rome  689,  when 
L.  Cotta  and  L.  Manl'ms  Torquatus  were  confuls,  three 
years  before  the  breaking  out  of  Catalinis  confpiracy, 
and  about  fixty-fiye  years  before  the  birth  of  Chrlft* 
He  remained  in  the  place  of  his  birth,  till  he  was  ten 
years  old,  and  was  then  removed  to  Rome  :  for  tho' 
his  father.  Flavins  ¥laccusy  was  no  more  than  a  freed 
man,  and  a  collector  of  excife  or  taxes,  and  not  very  learn 
ed,  yet  beiqga  man  of  good  fenfe,  and  plain  common  un- 
derftanding,  he  knew  the  neceffity  of  inftructing  his 
fon  by  fomething  more  than  bare  precept.  He  remo 
ved  him  to  Rome  thereupon,  and  placed  him  under  the 
tuition  of  OrliliuS)  whom  Suetonius  mentions  as  a  very 
fevere  perfon,  though  of  great  reputation  for  teaching, 
as  Horace  himfelf  informs  us, 

§  Cf  I  do  not  damn  old  Livy"  rhimes  as  dull, 
For  which  I  often  fmarted  when  at  fchool." 

that  by  refiding  in  the  Metropolis,  he  might  have  an 
opportunity  of  fetting  before  him  the  examples  of  all 
forts  of  perfons,  and  fhewing  him  what  behaviour  he 
fliould  imitate,  and  what  he  fliould  avoid,  fpurring 
him  on  all  the  while,  to  this  imitation,  by  pointing 
out  the  good  effects  of  virtue,  and  the  evil  and  perni 
cious  confequences  of  vice, 

*  "  This  from  a  father's  fond  indulgence  flows, 
Who  mark'd  the  folly,   as  to  life  it  roie, 
In  ftrong  examples."  — 

and 

§  Won  equidem  infeflor,  debndave  carminaLm 
Eflejeor,  mernini,  quie  pUgofum  mi  hi  parvo 
Orbllium  didtare  ;  — 

EPIST.  i.  L.  z. 

*  —  .  —  —  --Infuevit  pater  optimus  hoc  me, 
Ut  fugercni  cxemplis  vitiorv.rn  quietus  notando. 

SAT.  4.  L'  J)  V.  105. 


THE    LIFE    OF    HORACE,     xxvix. 

and  the  old  man  in  Terence  had  juft  the  fame  notions  ; 
"  I  tife  him,  fays  he,  fpeaking  of  his  fon,  to  look  up 
on  the  lives  of  others,  as  upon  a  mirror  ;  and  from 
their  conduct  to  take  a  pattern  for  his  own.  Do  this, 
ill u  n  that  ;  this  is  praife-worthy,  that  to  be  blamed. 
Confuefacio  :  infpicere,  tanquam  in  fpeculum,  in  vitas 
omnium  jubeo,  atque  ex  aliis  fumere  exemplum  fibi. 
Hoc  facito,  hoc  fugito:  hoc  laudi  eft,  hoc  vitio  datur. 
In  the  mean  time,  Horace  did  not  want  the  befl  Maf- 
ters  that  Rome  could  afford  ;  and  when  he  was  about 
eighteen,  was  fent  to  the  univerfity  at  Athens,  where 
he  compleated  what  his  father  had  fo  well  begun,  and 
acquired  all  thofe  accomplifhments  that  polite  learning 
and  a  liberal  education  could  beftow. 

cc  Piome  bred  me  firft,  flic  taught  me  grammar  rules, 
With  all  the  little  authors  read  in  fchools. 
A  little  more  than  this  learn'd  Athens  fhew'd, 
And  taught  me  how  to  fep'rate  bad  from  good. 
The  academic  feet  pofTefs'd  my  youth, 
And  'midft  their  pleafant  {hades  I  fought  for  truth. 

EP.  2,  L.  2.  CREECH. 

Brutus,  about  this  time,  going  to  Macedonia,  as  he 
patted  through  Athens,  took  feveral  young  Roman  no 
bles  and  gentlemen  with  him  to  the  army,  and  Horace, 
now  grown  up,  and  qualified  to  fet  out  into  the  world, 
among  the  reft.  This  tranfuction  of  his  life,  truly 
unfortunate  in  its  confequences,  he  very  feelingly  la 
ments — 

-j-  "  But  rough  times  drove  me  from  my  bleft  retreat, 
And  toft  me  through  the  troubles  of  the  great. 
Though  rude  in  arms,  and  tho'  well  learn'd  in  fears, 
Ths  tide  yet  bore  me  on  to  civil  wars." 

CREECH. 

Brutus 

•f   Dura  fed  emovere  Loco  me  tcmpora  grato  ; 
Civiiilqueiuclem  belli  culitaeflus  in  arma. 

EPIS.  2?  L.  2.  V.  46, 


xxviii.     THE  LIFE    OF   HORACE. 

firutus  made  him  a  military  tribune,  a  poll  fomewhat 
fimilar  to  a  colonel,  or  other  field-officer  in  our  mo 
dern  fervice  :  But  it  is  probable  this  general  was  pret* 
ty  much  ftraitened  for  officers  and  foldiers  at  this  time, 
otherwife  we  fhould  not  eafily  account  for  his  advan 
cing  Horace  to  a  command.  He  would  hardly  make 
him  an  officer  for  his  wit  ;  and  as  for  courage,  nature 
had  denied  him  that  property,  as  the  event  fhew'd  in 
the  engagement  at  Philippi,  where  Horace,  fo  far  from 
animating  the  troops  by  his  example,  left  the  field  and 
fled,  after  he  had  fhamefully  flung  away  his  fhield. 
This  memorable  circumftance  of  his  life,  he  mentions 
himfelf,  in  an  ode  to  his  friend  Pompelus  Varus^  who 
was  with  him  in  the  fame  battle,  and  accompanied  him 
in  his  flight. 

^  With  thee,  I  faw  Philippi's  plain 

I  faw  them  fly,  I  faw  them  (lain, 

And  fearful  dropt  my  trembling  fhield." 

ODE  7.  L.  2. 

This  was  indeed  the  beft  way  of  palliating  a  difgraco 
upon  his  name,  which  he  well  knew  could  be  never 
wiped  ofF.  However,  though  running  away  might 
poffibly  fave  his  life,  it  could  not  fecure  his  fortune, 
which  he  had  forfeited  •,  for,  being  on  the  Weaker  fide, 
it  became  with  thofe  of  others  a  prey  to  the  conquer 
or. 

IN  his  return  to  Rome,  he  was  almoft  fliip*  wrecked 
near  Palinurus,  a  promontory  of  Sicily,  and  after  his 
arrival  concealed  himfelf  in  the  houfe  of  jE/ius  Lamius. 
Thus  reduced  to  want,  that  mother  of  ingenuity, 
<f  Ingenii  largitor  venter,"  he  applied  himfelf  to  poe 
try,  in  which  he  fucceeded  fo  well,  that  he  foon  made 
himfelf  known  to  fome  of  the  greateft  men  in  Rome. 
He  acquired  the  friendship  and  efteem  of  Varius ; 
and  Virgil,  as  he  has  told  us,  was  the  firlt  who  recom- 

wended 


THE  LIFE  OF  HORACE.       xxix, 

mended  him  to  Mecanas  ;  this  celebrated  patron  of 
learning,  and  learned  men,  grew  fo  fond  of  him,  that 
he  became  a  fuitor  for  him  to  Augujlus,  and  got  his 
eftate  reftored  to  him.  Augujlus  was  highly  taken  with 
his  great  merit  and  addrefs,  admitted  him  to  a  clofe 
familiarity  with  him  in  his  private  hours,  and  after 
wards  made  him  no  fmall  offers  of  preferment.  The 
poet  had  the  greatnefs  of  mind  to  refufe  them  all,  and 
the  prince  was  generous  enough  not  to  be  offended  at 
his  freedom  in  fo  doing.  He  muft  have  been  what  his 
writings  every  where  fpeak  him  to  have  been,  very  in 
different  as  to  vain  and  oftentatious  living,  and  the 
pride  of  a  court,  to  refufe  a  place  fo  honorable  and 
advantageous,  as  that  of  fecretary  to  Augujlus.  But 
the  life  he  loved  heft,  and  lived  as  much  as  he  could, 
was  the  very  reverfe  of  a  court  life  :  A  life  of  retire 
ment  and  ftudy,  free  from  the  noife  and  hurry  of  am 
bition  ;  for  he  does  but  rally  when  he  reprefents  him- 
felf  as  fond  of  change, 

Romce,  Tibur,   amo  ventofus,  Tibure  Romam. 

At  Tibur,  Rome  :  at  Rome,  I  Tibur  love. 

EP.  8,  L.  i. 

as  it  was  his  peculiar  talent  to  be  always  agreeable,  and 
when  he  would  glance  at  others  to  banter  himfelf. 
Some  time  after,  Augujlus  found  it  neceffary  to  clap  up 
a  peace  with  Anthony,  the  better  to  deftroy  young 
Pompcy,  their  common  enemy  :  and  for  this  end,  per- 
fons  were  fent  to  Brundufium  as  deputies,  to  conclude 
the  treaty  between  them.  Mececnas  going  on  Cce/aSs 
part,  Horace,  Virgil,  Plotius,  Varius,  and  a  confidera- 
ble  train  of  the  moft  refpectable  perfons,  civil  and  mi 
litary,  accompanied  him  thither  ;  and  Horace  has  de- 
fcribed  the  journey  in  a  moft  entertaining  and  humor 
ous  manner  in  the  fifth  fatire  of  his  firfl  book.  This 
happened  ia  the  26th  year  of  his  age,  and  in  the  con- 

fulfliip 


THE  LIFE  OF  HORACE 


fulfliip  of  P^t/'c*  who  wasj  about  that  time  writing  a 
hiftorv  of  the  civil  wars  for  the  laft  twenty  years; 
which  occasioned  Horace  to  adclrefs  the  fir  ft  ode  of  the 
fecond  book  to  him.  and  to  repre  fent  the  many  incon 
veniences,  fuch  a  work  muft  nectlTarily  expofe  him  to. 

}  "  Well  fuits  your  pen  to  fuch  an  arduous  theme  ; 
But,   oh  !    beware,   leaft  you  too  vent'rous  tread 
di  faithlefs  afhes,  fpread  o'er  burning  coals. 

Juftly  imagining  it  might  ruin  him  with  Auguflust  if  he 
mentioned  the  true  caufes  of  the  civil  war  between 
Ceefar  and  Pompey,  and  their  motives  to  begin  it. 

MONSIEUR  DACIER,  in  his  chronology  of  the  life  of 

Horace,   feems  to   have  fixed  happily   enough  the  time 

of    his   writing   fome    odes    and    epiftles,   and  Doctor 

Bentley,   kas  done  fomething  more  in  this  way  :  Doctor 

S*  Patrick  who    revifed   and  published  the  translation 

of  Horace^   which  was  begun  by   David  Watfon  for  the 

ufe  of  fchools,   has,   by  the  afliftance  of  thefe,   and  o- 

ther  able  commentators,  reduced  the  writings  of  almoft 

all  Horace's  odes,   epodes,  &c.  to    a   degree    of    peri 

odical  certainty.      From  them   it  appears  that  before 

he  was  thirty  years  of  age,   he  had  introduced  himfelf 

to  the  acquaintance  of  the  moft  confiderable  perfons  in 

Rome  ;   of  which,   this  ode   to    Poll'w    may    turnifli  a 

proof  :   for  his  merit  muft  have  been  well  known,  and 

his  reputation  well  eftablifhed  before  he  could  take  the 

liberty  he   has   there  done,   with  one    of  P  dud's  high 

character  j   and  he  was  fo  great  a  matter  in  the  fcience 

pf  men  and  manners,   that  he  would  not  have  taken  it, 

if  it  had  been  improper  to  be  taken. 

The 

\  Periculofae  plenum  opus  aleac 
Tra&as,  et  incedispcr  ignes 
Suppofitos  cineti  doloio. 


THE  LIFE  OF  HORACE. 


§  THE  favor  he  was  in  at  court,  where  he  was 
thought  to  have  the  Prince's  ear,  and  to  be  in  the  fe- 
cret  of  all  affairs,  made  many  people  apply  to  him,  ei 
ther  to  fatisfy  their  curioiity,  or  be  advanced  by  his 
recommendation.  In  this  laifc  refpecfc  he  was  very  cau 
tious,  and  never  ventured  to  recommend  any  perfons, 
till  he  was  well  acquainted  with  their  char.iclers,  ac 
cording  the  rule  he  iiimfelf  gives  us  in  the  i  8  ep.  L.  I. 

*  ce  With  cautious  judgment  o'er  and  o'er, 
The  man  you  recommend  explore, 
Left  when  the  fcoundrel's  better  known,  = 
You  blufh  for  errors  not  your  own." 

FRANCIS; 

OUR  poet's  love  for  retirement  increafing  with  his 
age,  he  at  laft  refolved  upon  it  for  good  and  all.  For 
fome  years,  he  ufed  only  to  be  at  Rome  in  the  fpring, 
fpending  the  fummer  at  his  villa,  or  country  feat,  in 
Sabinum,  or  Tibur,  and  the  winter  at  Tarentum,  e- 
fpecially  when  the  feafon  was  (harp  and  cold,  as  the 
air  of  Tarentum  was  much  milder  than  that  of  Rome. 
Vide  EPIS.  7.  L.  i.  In  his  retirement  he  gave  him- 
felf  fo  entirely  up  to  eafe,  that  he  could  not  be  prc- 
yailed  on  to  undertake  any  great  work,  though  he 
was  ftrongly  folicited  to  it.  Thus  fays  he,  in  our  own 
Language, 

iMy 

§  In  the  days  of  Virgil  learned  men  lived  eafy  and  familiarly  with  the 
great  :  A:igajius  himfeif  would  fomstims  fit  down  betwixt  Virgil  and  Horace^ 
arJ  fay,  jeitingly,  tnat  he  fit  becwixt  fisliing  and  teats,  alluding  to  the 
arthrr.a  of  one,  and  rheumatic  e>es  of  the  other;  he  would  frequently  cor- 
'efpond  with  them,  and  never  l;avea  letter  of  ;heirs  ur.anfwered  :  Nor  were 
they  under  the  conftraint  of  formal  fuperlcripuons  in  the  beginning,  nor  of 
v;^'fnt  faperlatives  at  the  clofe  ot"  rht-ir  ls:to?j  :  The  invention  of  thefe  is  a 
modern  refinsrr.e-t.  !•:  ivbub  this  nay  ki  rer-.arked)  in  pcjjing,  that  iumbl: 
f<;rvant  h  rcfyecz,  butfrlf.nd  an  affrW.,  ivhich  T.-_:-i>:itkt\anding  implies  tbe  Jcrmo  t 
«nd  a  great  dealmsrc.  v.'-r  docs  true:  ^rsjtn?f3  lofc  by  fucii  familiarity  j  and 
thoTe  who  have  it  net,  as  /,.'  ,  are  not  to  be  accounted 

proud,   but  rather  very  diurtct,  }^  :r;t!r  i? 

Vr.M.39    DE  VlTA    VlRGlLH. 


*  Quaiem  comnfi''  .  'f^lcc,  ne  mox 

Iccjtient  aiiena  r.ibi  ptctita  r.-«.  rem. 


THE  LIFE  ON  HORACE. 


f  My  fortune  ruin'd  blafted  all  my  views, 
Bold  hunger  edg'd,   and  want  infpir'd  my  Mufc. 
But  fay,  what  dofe  could  purify  me,   bleft 
With  (lore  fufficient,   fhould  I  break  my  reft, 
To  fcribble  verfe  ?— 

Nay,  there  is  great  reafon  to  think  from  the  following 
lines,  that  he  was  folicited  by  Augujlus  himfelf. 

<c  Ere  I  defire  to  leave  the  humble  plain, 
I  would  be  high  and  write  a  lofty  ftrain  : 
I  wim  1  could  defcibe  your  way,  and  {hew, 

How  barb'rous  nations  fear,   and  how  they  bow. 

#*##*###### 

How  mean  and  how  fubmiflive  Parthians  come  : 
How  under  thee,   they  fear  and  honor  Rome. 

EF.  i.  L.    2. 

In  another  part,  his  friend  Trebatius  is  introduced  ad- 
vifing  him  to  heroic  poetry,  rather  than  fatires,  as 
the  nobler  and  more  honorable  way  of  employing  his 
Mufe  ;  which  he  excufes  himfelf  from,  by  letting  us 
fee  that  he  was  able  to  do  t  more  than  he  was  wil 
ling  to  undertake. 

THUS  to  avoid  the  fatigue  of  a  long  work.  But  hi* 
gratitude  to  Augujlus  called  upon  him  fometimes  to 
ling  his  triumphs  over  Pympey  and  Antony^Qriht  victo 
rious  exploits  of  Tiberius  and  Drufus.  His  fecular 
poem  he  compofed  at  the  §  exprefs  command  of  slu- 
guf.Us  5  and  to  oblige  him,  wrote  alfo  the  firft  epiftlc 

of 

•f  ......  ----  Paupertas  impulit  audax 

Ut  verfus  facerem:  fed  quod  defit  habentcm, 
Quae  poterant  unquam  latis  expurgare  ricutse, 
Ni  raelius  dormire  putem}  quam  fcribere  verfust 

J  -------  —--Cupidum,  pater  optitne,  v'res 

Deficiunt:  N^que  enim  quivis  horrrntia  Pilis 
Agm'ma^  nee  frada  pereuntes  cufpide  gallos, 
Aut  labentisequo  defer  i  bat  vulnera  part!ii. 


§  Horatio  feculare  carmen  componendum  dugujlu*  injunx. 

SuiTOM. 


THE  LIFE  OF  HORACE,     xxxiu. 

of  thefecond  book.  That  prince  had  kindly  reproached 
him  with  having  faid  fo  little  of  him  in  his  writings ;  and 
afked  him  in  a  letter  written  on  this  occafion,  "  whe 
ther  he  thought  it  would  difgrace  him  with  pofterity 
if  he  fhould  feem  to  have  been  intimate  with  him  ?  Up 
on  which  he  addreffed  the  epiftle  juft  mentioned  to 
him. 

HORACE  embraced  the  epicurean  philofophy  for  the 
greateft  part  of  his  life,  but  at  the  latter  end  of  it, 
feems  to  have  leaned  a  little  towards  the  ftoic.  He 
was  of  a  chearful  temper,  fond  of  eafe  and  liberty,  yet 
ready  to  ferve  his  friends  and  grateful  to  his  benefac 
tors  ;  of  a  tender  and  amorous  difpoiition,  as  his  odes 
plainly  teftify  ;  fomewhat  warm  and  paffionate,  as  he 
tells  us  himfelf,  but  foon  pacified.  EP.  20,  L.  i. 

Irafci  celerem,   tamen  tit  placabilis  eflem. 
Yet  not  i!I-natur'd,   and  with  eafe  appeas'd." 

HE  was  a  great  lover  of  good  company,  and  a 
chearful  glafs  ;  but  being  of  an  elegant  tafte  in  conver- 
fation,  he  affected  an  entire  freedom,  and  that  the 
glafs  fhould  circulate  or  ftand,  according  to  the  plea- 
fure  of  the  guefts. 

HE  went  pretty  far  into  the  gallantries  of  the  times 
till  age  dole  in  upon  his  amours.  His  natural  temper 
inclined  him  fo  much  this  way,  that  even  at  fifty  he 
could  not  leave  them  off.  Love,  notwithstanding  he 
had  bid  him  adieu,  returned  to  the  charge,  and  made 
him  again  feel  his  power,  as  he  very  pleafantly  tells 
us  in  the  firfb  ode,  and  fourth  book. 

AFTER  this  attack  he  feems  to  have  mattered  his 
paffions,  and  from  this  time  to  have  lived  in  an  un- 

E  difturbed 


xxxiv.     THE  LIFE  OF  HORACE. 

i 

difhirbed  and  philofophical   tranquility  :  So   that  the, 
reft  of  his  life  from  this  period  was, 

Secretum  itcr  et  fallentis  femita  vitce. 

Down  through  life  unknown  to  ftray, 

Where  lonely  leads  the  iilent  way. 

FRANCIS. 

WHILE  he  was  thus  enjoying  the  fweets  of  retire 
ment,  his  beloved  friend  and  patron,  Mecanas,  died  ; 
and  this  incident  is  fuppofed  to  have  touched  him  fo 
fcnfibly  that  he  did  not  furvive  him  long  enough  to  la 
ment  him  in  an  elegy.  He  had  before  declared,  upon 
a  dangerous  fit  of  illnefs  which  had  attacked  MeccsncU) 
that  if  he  went,  he  would  not  ft  ay  behind  him : 

— One  day,  I  fwear  by  all  the  Gods, 
Shall  fend  us  both  to  our  laft,   long  abodes  : 
Whene'er  you  lead  the  deftin'd  way, 
I'll  follow  foon  to  realms  of  endlefs  day. 

ODE  17,  L.  2. 

WHETHER  thelofs  of  his  patron  helped  to  fhorten 
his  life,  or  whether  he  was  attacked  by  fome  diftem* 
per  immediately  afterwards,  is  uncertain  ;  but  he  died 
on  the  feventeenth  or  twenty-feventh  of  November, 
as  Maecenas  did,  according  to  DIO,thebeginningof  that 
month.  This  happened  in  the  year  of  Rome  746,  in 
that  of  Horace,  57,  about  eight  years  before  Cbrift. 
He  was  buried  at  the  farther  end  of  the  Efquilirif,  near 
the  tomb  of  Mec&nas  and  declared  in  his  laft  words, 
Augujlus  his  heir  ;  the  violence  of  his  diftemper  pre 
venting  him  from  ligning  his  will.  As  to  his  perlbn,  he 
was  very  fhort  and  corpulent,  as  we  learn  from  the  frag 
ment  of  a  letter  of  Augujlus  to  him,  preferved  in  his 
life  written  by  Suetonius  :  Where  the  emperor  com 
pares  him  to  the  book  he  fent  him,  which  was  a  little 


THE  LIFE  OP  HORACE.       rxxr. 

fiiort  thick  volume.  He  was  grey -haired  at  about  for 
ty,  '  fubject  to  fore  eyes,  which  made  himufe  but  little 
exercife  ;  and  of  a  constitution,  probably,  not  the  beft, 
by  its  being  unable  to  fupport  him  to  a  more  advanced 
age,  though  he  feems  to  have  managed  it  with  very 
great  care.  Confident  of  immortal  fame  from  his 
works,  as  all  allow  he  very  juftly  might  be,  he  had 
thus  exprefled  his  indifference  to  any  magnificent  fu 
neral  rites,  or  fruitlefs  forrow  for  his  death  : 

"  Let  not  a  tear  then  vainly  fall, 

Nor  mourn  my  fancied  funeral ; 
Such  rights  the  bafe  may  have  : 

Ah  !    ceafe  thofe  precious  drops  to  fhed ! 

For  Horace,  Horace  is  not  dead, 
But  foars  fupcrior  to  the  humble  grave." 

As  to  the  teftimonies  of  our  poet's  abilities,  I  fliall 
produce  but  two,  ancient  and  modern,  which  will  be 
fufHcient  to  eftablifh  his  character  among  the  literati^ 
as  an  author  of  the  firft  eminence. 

PERSEUSFLACCUS,  who  lived  in  the  2oth  year  of 
Tiberius' s  reign,  which  was  in  the  year  of  Rome  787, 
forty-two  years  after  Horace's  death,  fpeaking  of  this, 
pur  poet  fays,  that  he  had  an  uncommon  talent  of  re 
proving  what  was  amiis  in  his  friends,  of  penetrating 
into  the  bottom  of  men's  actions,  and  difcovering  the 
little,  crafty  turns  and  fhif  ts  of  vice,  and  the  weaknefs 
and  foibles  of  mankind.  He  gilds  the  pill,  and  fmiles 
while  he  fearches  the  wound. 

Omne  vafer  vitium  ridenti  Flaccus  amico 
Tangit,   et  admiffus  circum  prsecordia  ludit, 
Callidus  excuflb  populum  fufpendere  nafo. 

SAT.  i.  V  116. 

He 


xxxvi.     THE  LIFE  OF  HOPtACE. 

He  with  a  fly  infinuating  grace, 
Laugh'd  at  his  friend  and  look'd  him  in  the  face  : 
"Would  raife  a  blufh  where  fecret  vice  he  found, 
And  tickle   while  he  gently  prob'd  the  wound  ; 
With  fmiling  innocence  the  croud  beguil'd, 
And  made  the  defp'rate  pafles  when  he  fmil'd 

DOCTOR  BROWN  in  his  eflay  on  fatire,  has  an  e- 
legant  paraphrafe  on  thofe  lines  of  Perfeus.  In  tracing 
the  progrefs  of  fatire  from  Greece  to  Italy — he  fpeaks 
thus  of  our  favorite  poet : 

€t  Then  fportive  Horace  caught  the  generous  fire, 
"Forfatiris  bow  refign'd  the  founding  lyre: 
Each  arrow  polifh'd  in  his  hand  was  feen, 
And  as  it  grew  more  polifh'd  grew  more  keen. 
His  art,  conceal'd  in  ftudy'd  negligence, 
Politely  fly,   cajol'd  the  foes  of  fenfe  : 
He  fcem'd  to  fport  and  trifle  with  the  dart, 
But  while  he  fported,  drove  it  to  the  heart." 

THE  elegant  Addifon,  in  fpeaking  of  the  Roman 
poets,  draws  a  coritraft  between  Horace  and  Juvenal, 
as  fatirifts,  and  in  all  the  purity  of  their  mother-tongue. 
After  characterizing  Virgil^  Lucretius,  Ovid,  Statins, 
Lucan,  and  Claudian,  and  describing  the  particular  ta 
lents  of  each,  he  adds  (as  it  thus  ftands  in  the  tranflation) 

"  SOMETHING  now  remains  to  be  faid  of  the  fati 
rifts,  among  whom,  whether  Jcvcnal  or  Horace  have 
moft  right  to  the  bays,  it  is  difficult  to  determine  ;  for 
it  has  long  been  a  difpute  among  the  learned,  whether 
that  keennels  and  bitternefs  of  expreffion  with  which 
Juvenal  has  armed  his  fatires,  or  Horace's  more  jocofe 
lampoons  are  mcft  agreeable  to  the  end  cf  fatire.  Now, 
that  we  may  give  a  clearer  decifion  on  this  head,  a  few 
things  mull  be  premised — Horace  bears  to  this  day,  an 


THE  LIFE  OF  HORACE,     xxxvn, 

f  ill-characl:er  for  the  loofenefs  of  his  conduct  in  life. 
Juvenal  was  a  rigid  practifer  of  virtue.  The  one  was 
converfant  in  the  moft  perfectly  polite  court  of  Auguftus\ 
the  other  lived  in  the  dregs  of  Domitian's  time,  and 
therefore  both  thofe  poets  accommodated  their  wri 
tings  to  the  manners  of  the  different  ages  they  lived  in: 
For  Horace  is  entirely  upon  the  ludicrous,  and  purfues 
not  fo  much  the  licentioufnefs  of  the  times,  as  the  ri 
diculous  fopperies  of  fome  particular  courtiers  ;  for 
had  he  attempted  to  correct  thefe  trifles  with  feverity,hc 
had  not  miffed  of  being  laughed  at.  But  Juvenal  lafties 
the  groffeft  crimes  prevalent  in  his  time,  and  complains  of 
enormities  which  he  was  afhamed  to  mention  ;  and  no 
thing  lefs  than  the  higheft  refentment  of  foul,  arden 
cy  of  expreffion,  and  fharpnefs  of  fpeech,  could  be 
an  equal  match  to  crimes  fo  notorious ;  though  when 
he  defcends  to  be  jocofe,  we  frequently  meet  with  the 
pleafantry  of  Horace.  Both  of  them,  allowing  for 
the  different  manner  of  their  writings,  are  perfect  maf- 
ters  in  their  feveral  ways  j  in  the  one  fhines  the  ridicule r, 
in  the  other  thefevere. 

"THE  r  eft  ofHor  ace's  pieces  arefe  admirable,  that  they 
exceed  our  higheji  encomiums,  and  are  not  only  beyond  our 
dijlikey  but  above  our  praife." 

-r  In  vindication  of  our  author,  whofe  character  might  fufFer  from  the 
above  afperlion,  we  will  produce  the  authority  of  one  modern,  in  opposition  to 
another.  Mr.  Francis,  in  his  preface  has  the  following  remark.  "  As  the 
morals  of  Horace  are  drawn  from  the  two  pureft  fountains  of  human  ivifdomy 
a  gocd  heart,  and  a  ivdl-improved  understanding,  fo  when  the  rtfleEiions  of 
his  commentators  feemed  naturally  to  rife  from  their  author,  the  tranflator 
hath  been  careful  topreferve  them,  and  hopes  they  w///  not  be  thought  lefs  en 
tertaining  than  ufefu/." 


ODE 


ODE 

O        N 

LYRIC     P  O  E;  T  R  Y5 

Prefatory  to  the  ODES  of  HORACE. 
PART        I. 

I.     i. 

INMATE  of  fmoaking  cots,  whofe  ruftic  {hade, 
Within  its  humble  bed, 
Her  twittering  progeny  contains, 
The  fwallow  fweeps  the  plains, 
$       Or  lightly  (kirns  from  level  lakes  the  dew. 

The  ringdove  ever  true, 
In  plaintive  accents  tells  of  unrelenting  fate, 
Far  from  the  raven's  croak,  and  bird  of  night 
That  fhrieking  wings  her  flight, 
When  at  his  mutter'd  rite, 
Hid  in  the  dufky  defart  vale, 
With  darting  eye,  and  vifage  pale," 
The  grimly  wizard  fees  the  fpe&res  rife  unholy; 

But  haunts  the  woods  that  held  her  beauteous  mat^ 
15     And  wooes  the  echo  foft  with  murmurs  melancholy. 

I.    2. 

Sublime  alone  the  feather'd  monarch  flies, 

His  neft  dark  mifts  upon  the  mountains  fhrow'd; 

In  vain  the  howling  ftorms  arife, 
When  borne  on  outftretch'd  plume  aloft  he  fprings 
20         Dafhing  with  many  a  ftroke  the  parting  cloud, 

Or  to  the  buoyant  air  commits  his  wings, 
Floating  with  even  fail  adown  the  liquid  Ikies ; 

Thea 


XL. 

Then  darting  upward,  fwift  his  wings  afpire, 
Where  thunders  keep  their  gloomy  feat, 
25     And  lightnings  arm'd  with  Heav'n's  avenging  ire. 
None  can  the  dread  artillery  meet, 
Or  thro'  the  airy  region  rove, 
But  he  who  guards  the  throne  of  Jove, 

And  grafpsthe  flaming  bolt  of  facred  fire. 

I-    3- 

50         Know,  with  young  ambition  bold, 

In  vain,  my  Mufe,  thy  dazzled  eyes  explore 

Diftant  aims,     where  wont -to  foar 
Their  burning  way  the  kindling  fpirits  hold. 

Heights  too  arduous  wifely  fnun; 

Humbler  flights  thy  wings  attend  ; 
For  heaven-taught  genius  can  alone  afcend 

Back  to  her  native  iky, 

And  with  directed  eagle-eye, 
Pervade  the  lofty  fpheres,  and  view  the  blazing  fun. 

II.     i. 

40     But  hark  !  o'er  all  the  flow'r-enamell'd  ground, 
What  mufic  breathes  around  ! 
I  fee,  I  fee  the  virgin  train 
Unlock  their  lilver  dreams  again; 
Rolling  to  many  a  vale  their  liquid  lapfe  along. 
45  While  at  the  warbled  fong 

Which  holds  entranc'd  attention's  wakeful  ear, 
Broke  are  the  magic  bands  of  iron  fleep. 

Love,  wayward  child,  oft  wont  to  weep, 
In  tears  his  robe  to  fteep 
50  Forgets;  and  care  that  counts  his  ftore, 

Now  thinks  each  mighty  bufmefs  o'er; 
While  fits  on  ruin'd  cities,  war's  wide- wafting  glory, 

Ambition,  ceafmg  the  proud  pile  to  rear, 
And  fighs,  unfiniihed  leaving  half  her  ample  (lory. 

II.       2. 

55         Then  once  more,  fweet  enthufiaft,  happy  lyre, 
Thy  foothing  folace  deign  awhile  to  bring. 

I  ftrive  to  catch  the  facred  fire, 
And  wake  thee  emulous'  on  Granta's  plain, 
Where  all  the  Mufes  haunt  his  hallow'd  fpring, 
60         And  where  the  graces  (hun  the  fordid  train 

Scornful 


xu. 

Scornful  of  Heaven-born  arts  which  thee  &  peace  infpiret 
On  life's  fequefter'd  fcenes  they  filent  wait, 

Nor  heed  the  bafelefs  pomp  of  power, 
Nor  fhining  dreams  that  crowd  at  fortune's  gate: 
65  Butfmooth  th'  inevitable  hour 

Of  pain,  which  man  is  doomed  to  know. 
And  teach  the  moral  mind  to  glow 
With  pleafures  plac'd  beyond  the  ihai i  of  fate. 

ii.  3. 

But,  alas  !    th*  amufive  reed 
70     111  fuits  the  lyre  that  afks  a  matter's  hand, 

And  fond  fancies  vainly  feed 
A  breaft  that  life's  more  active  fcenes  demand, 
Sloth  ignoble  to  difclaim 
Tis  enough:  the  lyre  unftring. 
75     At  other  feet  the  victor  palm  I  fling 
In  Granta's  glorious  Ihrine  ; 
Where  crown'd  with  radiance  divine 
Her  fmiles  fhall  nurfe  the  mufe;  themufc  fhall  lift  her 
fame. 


P  ODES 


ODES 

O    F 

HORACE. 

BOOK  I.     ADDRESSED  TO  His  EXCELLENCY 

NICHOLAS    VANDYKE,    ESQUIRE, 

GOVERNOR  of  the  DELAWARE  STATE,  &c. 


ODE  I.     ToMEC^ENAS. 

dddrefled   to    the    Right  Honorable    Major  -General  tie 
MARQJJIS  DE  LA  FAYETTE. 

MEC^ENAS  fprung  from  royal  blood, 
My  patron,  and  my  fweeteft  good  ! 

There  are,  who  through  the  lufl  of  praife, 

Delight  Olympic  duft  to  raife  ; 
5     Foremoft  on  glowing  wheels  to  roll, 

And   fwiftly  turn  the  diftant  goal  ; 

Where  laurels  gain'd,  and  wreaths  beflow'dj 

Exalt  the  victor  to  a  God. 

This  man,  if  noify  crouds  debate, 
lo  To  dub  with  enfigns  of  the  great  ;  —  • 

Another,  if  his  barns  contain 

From  Lybian  farms,  the  yellow  grain  ;  — 

A  third  9  who  joys  alone  to  plough 

His  father's  grounds,  —  to  reap  aad  fow:-— 

i    No 


g  ODES  OF  HORACE.     BOOK.  I. 

15   No  monarch's  wealth  has  power  to  move 
His  thoughts  from  what  they  fo  approve  ; 
That  as  a  tim'rous  failor, — he, 
In  feeble  ihips,   fhould  tempt  the  boift'rous  Tea. 

The  merchant,   when  loud  florins  arife 
2o   And  tofs  the  billows  to  the  ikies, 
Extols  his  rural  country  feat, 
The  fweets  of  eafe  and  a  retreat ; 
Yet  rigs  his  fhatter'd  bark  once  more, 
And  dreads  the  thoughts  of  being  poor* 
25        Beneath  a  grove  fome  ftretch'd  fupine, 
Quaff  with  delight  the  fpark'Jing  wine  ; 
By  purling  ftreams,  and  fhady  bow'rs, 
Well  pleas'd,   confume  the  lagging  hours. 

Others  in  camps  and  tents  delight, 
30   The  trumpet's  noife,  the  din  of  fight  ; 
With  joy,  the  clang  of  battle  hear, 
Which  grates  the  tender  mother's  ear. 

Unmindful  of  his  plighted  vows  ! —  } 
The  fportfman  (carelefs  of  his  fpoufe)     > 
35   Remains  beneath  the  chilling  dews  ;        3 
Whether  a  frag  his  hounds  befet, 
Or  Marfian  boar  fliould  rend  his  net. 

Fair  learning's  prize, — an  ivy  crown, 
Shall  raife  on  high  your  bright  renown. 
40  The  cool  retreat  and  fliady  grove, 
With  devious  fteps,  I  jo.y  to  rove  ; 
Where  fportful  nymphs  in  cluftcrs  ftraya 
And  fatyrs  frifk  in  am'rous  play ; 
There,  from  the  vile  canaille  !  fly, 
45   To  fame,  from  bafe  obfcurity. 

If  the  kind  maids  would  touch  my  lyre, 
And  breathe  their  foft  poetic  iire  i — 
Should  you,  my  lord,   my  fongs  regard, 
And  dub  me  but  a  lyric  bard  : — 
50   Above  the  ftars,  my  head  I'll  raife, 

Immers'd  ui  light,  and  crcvrn'd  with  lafwbg  bays. 


ODE 


BOOK  I.     ODES  OF  HORACE. 


ODE  II.     To  AUGUSTUS. 

'AddreJJed  to  the  Reverend  WILLIAM    SMITH,    D.    D. 
late  Provoft  of  ihe  College  and  Academy  at  Philadelphia. 

ENOUGH  of  direful  hail  and  fnow, 
f   Hath  father  Jove  difcharg'd  below  1 
"With  red  right  arm  amaz'd  the  town, 
And  ihook  his  facred  temples  down. 

The  nations  fear'd,  leaft  Pyrrha's  days 
Returning,  fhould  new  mongers  raife  : 
When  Proteus  drove  his  fcaly  herd, 
To  browze  the  lofty  mountain-verd. 

When  fifties  hung  to  bufhy  groves, 
Before,   the  well-known  perch  of  doves  ; 
And  beafts,    affrighted,   fwam  in  feas, 
Delug'd  o'er  vallies,  hills  and  trees. 

From  fair  Etrurla's  neighboring  fhore 
Repell'd  —  we've  feen  the  Tiber  roar  ; 
With  yellow  waves  impetuous  beat 
The  tombs  of  kings  and  vefta's  feat  : 

And  fondly  bent  t'  avenge  the  wrong, 
Of  flighted  Ilia,   foams  along 
With  fury  o'er  his  hither  fide  ;  — 
While  Jove  reftrains  th'  uxorious  tide. 

Our  youth  by  parents'  crimes  impaired, 
Shall  fee  the  impious  fteel  prepar'd 
Againft  themfelves,  which  better  far, 
Should  roufe  the  Persian  foe  to  war. 

What  Deity  will  hear  our  prayers, 

And   pity  our  diftrefs'd  affairs  ? 

What  holy  virgin  fhall,  with  tears, 

Affail  offended  Vejta's  cars  ?  O  !  who 


4  ODES  OF  HORACE.     BOOK  I. 

O  !   who  will  mighty  Jove  command, 
To  purge  our  vile  polluted  land  ? 
Come  bright  slpolloy   prophet  come, 
In  fhining  clouds  and  fuccour  Rome  ! 

Or  fhould  fair  Venus  prove  our  friend, 
Whom  loves  and  pleafures  ftill  attend  ; 
Or  would  our  founder,  filars^  refpect 
A  nation,  loft  by  his  neglect. 

Alas  !   too  long  inur'd  to  fight, 
Whom  war,   and  fhining  helms  delight ! 
With  noife  and  clamour,   fanguine  fhield, 
And  f  Moors  intrepid  in  the  field  ! 

Do  thou  bright  Malays  gentle  fon, 
With  winged  hafte  to  fave  us,  come  ! 
And  like  our  noble  prince   array'd, 
Appeafe  great  Julius*  injur'd  fhade. 

Long  may  your  prefence  blefs  the  ftate, 
Your  exit  to  the  ikies  be — late  : 
May  no  untimely  blaft  convey, 
Or  Ronian  guilt,   impede  your  ftay. 

Here,  rather  be,   'mid  triumphs,  fame, 
And  gain  a  patriot's  glorious  name  ! 
Nor  fhall  the  Medes  their  infults  boaft, 
While  Cafar  heads  our  warlike  hoft. 

Philadelphia,    1769. 

ODE 

rfi. 


BOOK  I.     ODES  OF  HORACE. 


ODE  III.     To  the  SHIP— carrying  VIRGIL  to  Athens. 

Addreffed  to  the  Reverend  JAMES  DAVIDSON,   A.  M. 
ProfeJJbr  of  Languages  in  the  College  of  Philadelphia. 

)  may  the  power,   on  Cyprian  mores  ador'd, 
And  the  twin-ftars  their  light  afford  ; 
So  may  the  God,  whofe  potent  fway  can  bind 
In  hollow  caves  each  hoftile  wind  ; — 
Protect  thy  courfe,  and  fwell  thy  fails 
With  none  but  happy  weftern  gales, 

And  clofely  keep  confin'd  the  reft  ; 
As  thou,   dear  fhip,   thy  charge  mall  land, 
My  Virgil  on  the  Attic  ftrand, 
And  fave  from  harm  the  partner  of  my  breaft.^ 

A  heart  of  oak,   or  three-fold  brafs., 
Had  he  who  firft  prefum'd  to  pafs, 
In  feeble  mips,  the  boift'rous  feas, 
Nor  fear'd  the  rainy  hyades. 
What  kind  of  death,   can  him  difmay. 
Who,   void  of  terror,  could  furvey, 
Such  difmal  fights,  where  monfters  wage 
Eternal  war,   and  waves  with  rocks  engage  ? 

In  vain  did  nature's  God  divide, 
By  th'  intervening  ocean's  tide, 
The  feveral  realms,   at  diftance  hurl'd, 
And  fcatter'd  round  the  fpacious  world  ; 
If  ftill  th'  advent'rous  fliips  pervade 
The   iacred  deep,   with  impious  trade. 
Thus,  our  whole  race,   profanely  wife, 
Through  paths  forbidden,   fwift  to  ruin  flies*. 

Japetus*  fon  did  firft  afpire, 
Profane  !  to  fteal  setherial  fire 

From 


ODES  OF  HORACE.     BOOK  I, 


From     &g&fs9  car,  hence  o'er  the  earth, 
Reign'd  famine,  peftilence  and  dearth  : 
Then  death,   before  at  difiance  caft, 
Neceflity,  bid  fafter  hafte. 
The  *  Cretan,  too  —  prefumptious  try'd 
The  fluid  air,   on  wings  to  man  deny'd. 

E'en  hell  itfelf  is  no  franchife  ; 
Stout  Hercules  its  ftrcngth  defies  ; 
He  breaks  through  all  :  —  its  footy  bar*, 
And  mafly  gates  afunder  tears. 
The  Heav'ns  fublime,   are  not  exempt  j 
Our  rafhnefs  fain  would  thefe  attempt  : 
Nor  will  we,   through  our  boundlefs  pride, 
Let  Jove  his  angry  thunders  lay  afide. 

College,    1769. 

*  Dcdalus. 
****************************** 

ODE  IV.     To  LUCIUS  SESTIUS. 


to  Mr.  NATHAN  RUMSEY,  A:    B.    late   Stu 
dent  of  Philofophy,   In  the  College  of  Philadelphia. 

KEEN  winter  now  is  fled  away, 
The  fpring  refumes  her  chearful  fway, 
Favonius*  Breath  revives  the  plain^ 
And  engines  launch  the  fhips  again  ; 
The  joyful  cattle  leave  their  Halls, 
To  range  where  foft  zephyrus  calls  : 
The  ploughman  feeks  the  hearth  no  more> 
Nor  are  the  meadows  white  with  hoar. 

While  bufy  cyclops  heat  the  dome, 
And  fweaty  Vulcan  toils  at  home 
Fair  Cytherea  leads  her  choirs, 
As  illver  Cynthia  infpires  ; 

With 


BOOK  I.     ODES  OF  HORACE. 

XVith  lovely  nymphs  in  chorus  join'd, 
And  charming  graces,   more  refin'd  ; 
All,  all  their  feftlve  offerings  bring, 
To  welcome  home  returning  fpring. 

Then  let  the  head  with  wreaths  be  crown'd, 
"With  od'rous  flowers  bind  it  round, 
And  verdant  myrtle,— fav'ry  juice, 
"Which  now  the  yielding  foils  produce  ; 
Let  incenfe  rife,   as  well  behoves 
To  Faunus,  in  the  bow'ry  groves  ; — 
"Whether  his  Deity,  mod  good, 
"Would  chufe  a  kid  or  lambkin's  blood. 

Pale  death,  with  an  impartial  foot, 

Beats  at  the  palace  or  the  cot  ; 

Then  ceafe  my  friend,   the  foolifli  ftrife, 

Nor  vainly  hope  for  length  of  life  ! 

Soon, — Night,   which  all  things  overwhelms. 

Shall  fnatch  you  to  th*  infernal  realms 

Of  footy  Pluto,    'mid  the  hods 

Of  grizly,   ghaftly,  ftoried  ghofts. 

There,  when  arriv'd,  no  more,  my  friend, 
For  empire  o'er  the  glafs  contend 
The  melancholy  ihades,  nor  try 
For  prefldency  with  the  die. 
No  more  fliall  Ckloe,  e'er  infpirc 
Within  your  breaft  the  foft  defire, 
For  whom  our  youth  are  all  in  arms, 
And  virgins  flcken  at  her  charms. 

Col.  Philadelphia,    1769. 


ODE 


ODES  ot  HORACE.     BOOK  I. 


O  D  E  V.     To  P  Y  R  R  H  A. 

AddreJ}ed  to   M'ifs  —  A—,  of  JV.   J. 


WHAT  youthful  fwain  on  rofes  laid, 
Beneath  a  grotto's  am'rous  fhade, 
Now  courts  thee  Pyrrka   to  his  arms, 
And  views  with  rapture  all  thy  charms  ? 
For  whom  this  wond'rous  care  to  pleafe, 
And  all  this  artful  negligence  of  drefs  ? 

Alas  !   how  oft  will  he  complain, 
Of  broken  vows  and  harfh  difdain  ! 
How  oft  ! — unlkilful  youth  furvey 
With  wonder,   the  tempefhious  fea  ? 
While  winds  unufual  round  him  rife, 
And  dafh  the  billows  to  the  gloomy  ikies. 

He  now  enjoys  thy  kindeft  beams, 
And  fondly  trufts  in  golden  dreams, 
Of  fpotlefs  faith  ;    expecting  thee, 
Forever  conftant,  calm  and  free  ; 
Nor  knows  how  icon  the  llatt'ring  gales, 
Will  fink  the  bark,  which  now  but  fill  the  fails, 

Ah  !   haplefs  they  who  truft  the  fnare, 
And,  unexperienc'd  think  thee  fair  ! 
For  me — efcap'd  the  dafhing  flood, 
I  confecrate  the  votive  wood, — 
And  vefture  dropping  from  the  fea 
To  that  aufpicious  power  who  fet  me  free. 


ODE 


BOOK  I.     ODES  OF  HORACE. 


ODE  VI.     To   AGRIPPA. 

AddreJJed  to  his  Excellency  Count  D'EsTAlNG,  Admiral 
&nd  Commander  of  his  mojl  Chriftian  Majeflfs  feet 
and  army  in  America)  &c.  &c.  &c. 

VARIUS,  thy  matchlefs  deeds  fhall  fing, 
Who  foars  on  Homer's  lofty  wing  ; 
Whatever  feats  by  fea  and  land, 
The  foldiers  dare  at  thy  command. 
In  vain  we  little  bards  afpire 
To  tell  of  proud  Achilles'  ire  ; 
Of  fage  Ulyffes  wand'ring  o'er 
Each  ftormy  fea  and  diftant  Ihore  5 
Of  Pelops'  race  untimely  flain — 
Thefe  fuit  not  my  enervate  ftrain. 

The  modeft,  peaceful  Mufe  forbears 
To  fing  of  thine  or  Ctffar's  wars  ; 
Or  with  her  feeble  lays  difgrace, 
Agrippa  or  Augujlus"1  praife. 

For  who  in  flrains  fublime  can  write 
Of  mighty  Mars  in  armour  bright  ? 
Of  warlike  M.ericn,  covered  o'er 
With  clouds  of  duft  on  Ilia's  fhore  ? 
Or  Diomed,  by  Pallas'  might, 
Made  equal  to  the  Gods  in  fight  ? 

To  fing  of  feafts,  be  all  our  care, 
Their  nails,  how  angry  maidens  pare  j 
In  wanton  contefts  to  engage, 
The  fturdy  youth  in  anr  rous  rage  : 
To  loftier  drains  we  ne'er  afpire, 
Such  themes  beft  fuit  the  humble  lyre, 

J779- 

ODE 


•ia  ODES  OF  HORACE.      BOOK  I. 


ODE  VII.     ToMUNATIUS  TLANCUS. 

A  FRAGMENT  IMITATED. 


'Addre/cd  /<?  H  ic  H  A  R  D   Ho  WELL,   Efq.  <f  New-Jerfeji 
late  Major  in  the  Army. 

LET  other  bards,  in  fonorous,  lofty  fong, 
Rehearfe  the  glories  of  European  climes  ; 
The  charms  of  Britain  rapturoufly  prolong, 
Or  fam'd  lerne  in   heroic  rhimes  :  — 

Tell  of  New-York^  on  ev'ry  fide  begirt, 

With  Hudforfs  bleak,  tempeftuous,   briny  wave  : 

Of  AV'  'ram's  Plains  their  tuneful  powers  exert, 
The  fall  of  hero's  and  of  veterans  brave  :  — 

Of  *  Kent,  far  diftant,   with  a  f  farmer  bleft, 

"Whofe  Mufe,  oppreflion's  out-ftretch'd  canvas  furl'dj 

Of  Pennfyfoania,   happy  in  a  J  Weft, 

The  great  Appelles  of  this  infant  world. 

Some,  -praife  Madeira  for  its  gen'rous  wine, 
v.    And  Schuylkill's  pleafant  iliades  and  filvcr  ftream  ; 
Or  with  pedantic  pride,  in  ftrains  divine, 
.  .  Dwell  on  the  §  Mufes'  Seat,  —  their  fav'rite  theme. 

Then  with  a  feigned,  patriotic  zeal, 

Afi'ect  the  foldier,  and  Virginia  praife,  — 

Fam'd  for  her  fteeds  5  while  fome  the  public  weal 
Of  Pcnn  in  adulating  numbers  raife. 

Nor  Bo/ion's  police,   or  the  high-ting'd  bowers 
Of  fertile  fiampjtead)  pleaie  fo  much,  as  where, 

The  iilver  Chriftiana  gently  pours, 
A  wat'ry  tribute  to  the  Delaware. 

Vfhere 

*  One  of  the  Delaware  Counties. 

•f  J—  n  D—  k—  >:,  Efq.  author  of  the  Fanner's  Letters. 
^  Benjamin  Mjt,  Efq.  the  celebrated  Hiftorical  Painter. 
<'(  The  colleges  oi  Philadelphia  and  Pihicet.cn. 


BOOK  I.    X)DES  OF  HORACE.  n 

Where  SiuaniuicK's  lofty  trees,   their  fummits  raife, 
And  fragrant  orchards  court  the  iolar  beam  ; 

Pleas'd  with  the  light  the  waterman  delays, 
To  view  the  foreft,  dancing  on  the  ftream. 

Surrounded  by  a  verdant  grove-fring'd  mead, 

Which  from  the  northern  blafts  its  beauty  fhrouds, 

N-  —  C-—  e  feems  to  rear  its  antient  head, 
And  point  its  luftre  to  the  paffing  clouds. 

There  may  I  live,  inemulous  of  fame, 

Nor  wifh  the  laurel,  or  the  poet's  bays  : 

I  alk  not  riches,  or  a  mighty  name, 

But  there,  in  fweet  content,  to  end  my  days. 

CETERA  DESUNT. 


*  To   HIS  FRIEND   PLANCUS. 

He  advlfes  him  to  live  well. 

As  bluft'ring  fouth  winds  often  chear  the  day, 
Nor  always  brood  uncomfortable  fhowers  ;—  • 

So  you,  my  Hoiuelly  melt  your  cares  away, 
And  drown  in  wine  your  melancholy  hours. 

Whether  beneath  your  happy  groves  reclufe, 

From  eye  impertinent,   lerenely  laid  ; 
With  rapt'rous  lore,  infpir'd  indulge  the  Mufc, 

Or  hero-like,  you  wield  the  hoftile  blade  : 

From  nolfe  fequefter'd,  at  your  country  feat, 
No  public  jars  your  peaceful  jftate  aflail  : 

Attend  my  Mufe,  your  willing  ears  I  greet, 
And  warm  your  fancy  with  a  recent  tale. 

When 

*  The  yth  Ode  isfuppofed  by  Mr.  Dacier  to  be  a  fragment,  and  that  what 
follows  from  the  i.j.th  line  is  another  ode,  which  the  ancient  grammarians 
have  added  to  it,  merely  becaufe  Tibur  is  mentioned  in  it,  and  the  meafures 
.are  the  lame. 


12  ODES  OF  HORACE.     BOOK  I. 

"When  Warren,  glorious  from  his  f  conqueft  won, 
With  laurel  crown'd,  the  fatal  bayonet  took  ; 

Amidft  the  hoft  a  martial  fpeech  begun, 
And  thus  his  valiant  countrymen  befpoke. 

"  Courage  my  friends,   once  more  in  doubtful  war, 
We'll  try  the  prowefs  of  this  vet'ran  band  ! 

Safe,   by  my  council,   none  have  cauie  to  fear, 
Defeat  and  glory  {hall  await   this  hand. 

Companions  of  the  war,   in  battle  try'd  ! 

To-morrow's  dawn,  (hall  light  us  to  the  foe  ; 
With  nervous  arm,   we'll  curb  the  Britons'  pride, 

And  fend  them  wreaking  to  the  depths  below. 

•f  Battle  of  Lexington  and  Concord. 
1775- 


ODE  VIII.     To   L  Y  D  I  A. 

WHY  opes  my  Lydia  all  her  charms, 
To  court  a  {tripling  to  her  arms  ? 
Why,  thus  a  victim  to  your  love, 
Mull  the  young,  hopeful  Damon  prove  ? 

The  field  of  Mars  why  does  he  fliun, 
Impatient  of  the  duft  and  fun  ? 
Why  with  the  youths  ot  equal  age, 
Does  manly  Damon  fear  t'  engage  ? 
Why  mounts  he  not  the  gallic  fteed, 
And  reign  the  beaft's  impetuous  fpeed  ? 
Why  ftems  he  not  the  yellow  wave  ? 
—  To  Lydia9  s  foftnefs  now  a  (lave. 

Like  ferpent's  venom  loaths  the  oil, 

And  fliuns  the  fturdy  wreftlers  toil  ; 

Loft  to  each  manly  exercife  ; 

Inemulous  to  gain  a  prize.  Say 


BOOK  L     ODES  OF  HORACE. 

Say,  why  from  ev'ry  eye  fecure, 
He  lurks,—  -as  Thetis  fon  of  yore, 
Left  man's  apparel  fhould  employ, 
His  arms  'gainft  Lycia's  troops  and  Troy. 


ODE  IX.     ToTHALIARCHUS. 

Addreffed    A?NATHAN    RUMSEY,   Efq.    A.   B.  cf 
Maryland* 

BEHOLD,  oppreft  with  heaps  of  fnow, 
Soracte  (hews  his  tow'ring  height  ; 
The  laboring  trees,  rang'd  far  below, 

Can  fcarce  fuftain  their  fhining  weight  : 
The  ftreams  in  icy  chains  arc  bound, 
And  tofs'd  with  raging  ftorms,   the  feas  refound. 

Difpel  the  cold  with  chearful  fire, 

And  tap,   my  friend  the  fartheft  cafk  £ 

The  drooping  foul  with  wine  infpire, 
And  drown  all  forrows  in  a  flaik. 

No  more  at  cares  of  life  repine, 
But  leave  events  to  fate  and  pow'r  divine;, 

The  cyprefs  on  the  mountain  brow, 

The  winds  that  o'er  the  ocean  fwecp, 
The  bellowing  tempefts  ceafe  to  blow, 
And  peaceful  reds  the  furging  deep  : 
Quiet  remains  the  filent  grove, 
And  all  confefs  the  providence  of  Jove. 

To-morrov/s  coming  cares  difdain, 
And  freely  ule  the  prefent  hour  ! 
The  Joys  we've  known  are  certain  gain, 

We'll  tafte  the  pleafures  in  our  power  : 
Let  drink  and  dance,   and  mirth  confume 
Our  days,   while  health  invites  and  youth's  in  bloom. 

From 


I4          ODES  OP  HORACE.     BOOK  I. 

From  park  to  play,   we  joys  purfuc, 

And  blefs  the  evening's  happy  fhade  ; 
To  love  and  affignation  true, 

With  vig'rous  youth  we  prefs  the  maid  : 
Unchecked  by  impotence  or  age, 
In  foft  intrigues  and  gallantries  engage. 

The  fportive  lafs,  pretending  fhame, 
Within  the  Covert  veils  her  face  -, 
A  titt'ring  laugh,  reveals  her  flame, 

And  courts  you  to  the  fecret  place  ; 
Fly  to  her  arms,   an  haven  of  blifs, 
Steal  from  the  half-coy  maid  a  ring,  or  fnatch  a  kifs. 

1779 


ODEX.     HYMN  TO  MERCURY. 

AddreJJed  to  the  fame. 

FROM  Atlas  fprung,  facetious  God  ! 
Our  great  forefathers,  fierce  and  rude, 
With  eloquence  and  manly  arts, 
You  taught  and  humaniz'd  their  hearts. 

I  fing  thee  aid-de-camp  of  Jove, 
And  plenipo'  to  gods  above  : 
Inventor  of  the  foft  guitar, 
Expert  to  fteal,  and  difappear. 

You,  when  a  child,   with  craft  convey'd 
Apollo's  ftears,—  -the  God  betray'd, 
Swore  ample  vengeance,—  while  he  fpoke, 
His  quiver  gone,  laugh'd  at  the  joke. 

Through  fierce  Attrides*  camp  with  thee, 
Old  Priam  pals'd  from  danger  free  : 

Nor 


BOOK  I.     ODES  OF  HORACE. 

Nor  foes  of  Troy,   his  fteps  retard, 
Untouched  he  brav'd  Pelidef  guard. 

Thou  lead'ft  to  blifs  the  happy  ghofts, 
And  with  thy  golden  rod-  -the  hofts 
Of  airy  beings,   to  their  laft  abodes. 
Fav'rite  of  Heaven  and  all  th'  infernal  Gods 

Coll.  Philadelphia,    1769. 


O  D  E  XL     To  L  E  U  C  O  N  O  E. 


not  to  know  what  fatal  end, 
My  dear  Luconoe9 
The  righteous  Gods  to  you  may  fend, 

Or  what  will  hap'  to  me  ! 
Nor  with  deceiving  foothfayers  confult, 
Or  ftrive  to  fathom  fate's  myfterious  refult. 

Whether  more  winters  yet  in  ftore 

Be  thine,  —  or  this  thy  lift 
"Which  breaks  the  billows  on  the  fhore, 

And  rends  them  with  each  blaft. 
Be  wife,  drink  free,   and  give  a  loofeto  joy, 
Nor  let  protracted  hopes  of  life  your  thoughts  employ. 

E'en  whilft  ws  fpeak  th'  inviduous  moments  fly, 
This  day  the  fates  may  grant,   the  next  deny. 


New-Caftle.    1771. 


H  ODE 


$  A  moft  elegant  imitation  of  tais  ode  may  be  fe«n  among  the  poetical 
works  of  the  late  Lord  Harvey. 


ODES  OF  HORACE.     BOOK  I. 


ODE  XII.— PARAPHRASED. 
AddreJJed  to  the  illujlrious  order  of  tie  CINCINNATI. 

I. 

\T7HAT  Deity  employs  the  Mufe's  lore  ? 

*  *     What  man  or  hero  fills  this  ample  round  ? 
Whofe  name  fhall  fportive  echo's  voice  refound 
Along  the  Delaware's  loud-founding  fhore  ? 

Or  to  the  banks  of  MtJ/lffippi' 's  flood  ; 
Or  defart  dlleganys  hoftile  wave  ; 
Or,  where  St.    Lawrence'  lake-fwoln  torrents  lave, 

The  earth  yet  crimfon'd  with  Columbia's  blood. 

'  fwas  there  trepan'd  by  Britljh  arts, 
Montgomery  drew  his  lateft  breath  \ 

'Twas  there,  transfixed,— a  thoufand  hearts, 
The  fons  of  freedom  bow'd  to  naught,   but  death. 
Faft  by  his  fide  on  Abr'ams  plain, 
Macpbcrfon,   gallant  youth,   was  ilain  ; 
While  the  grim  battle  rag'd  from  fhore  to  fhore, 
And  head-long  Montmorenci  heard  the-  roar. 

a. 

Nor  wings  the  Mufe  o'er  Schuylkill's  oozy  bed, 
Soft,   rural  fcenes,   by  nature  amply  blcft  f  ] 
Whofe  banks  with  gayeft  verdure  dreft,       }- 
Invite  the  wearied  Iwain  to  reft  :— - 

While  zephyrs  fhcd 
Their  airy  fragrance  o'er  his  head. 

3- 

The  mighty  theme  deferves  applaufe  I— 
Begin,  celeftial  maid,   attune  each  firing, 

In  facredhallalujahs  fing 

The  glorious  attributes  ofHe^v'n's  high  king  ; 
From  whofe  fole  nod,   eternal  beings  ipring  : 
The  great)  the  goodt  omnipotent^r/?  caufe. 


BOOK  I.     ODES  OF  HORACE.  17 

4- 

And  what  can  more  adorn  the  poet's  lays  ; 
What  more  deferve  the  tribute  of  his  praife— 

Than  fov'reign  Jove  ? 
Who  rules,  fupremely  rules  the  realms  above  ; 

Antient  of  days  ! 

5- 

Then,  what  more  great,   than  greatnefs  felf  can  be  ?! 
The  blefTed  S&n  and  Holy  Gho/?9—to  thee 
Are  join'd  in  everlafting  unity. 

Who,  then  or  blifs,   or  pow'r— the  rnoft, 
In  Heav'n's  high  dome  maintains  ?— 
Nor  Father,  Son,  or  Holy  Ghofl : 
This  mighty  one  in  three, 
This  ever  glorious  Trinity. 
An  equal  rule  fuftains. 

6. 

And  next  to  thee,  Redeemer  of  mankind  i 

In  war,   as  Judatfs  lion,   deadly  fierce  ; 

Accept  the  offering  of  my  humble  verfe, 
And,  may  it,  as  my  foul,  a  fandtton  find. 
When  lightnings  glance  from  Heav'n's  high  fphere, 
And  pealing  thunders  fpeak  thee, — near  ; 

When  earthquakes  fhake  the  folid  frame. 
When  defolating  whirlwinds  roar  •, 

When  deep  volcanos  vomit  flame  : — 
Struck  with  thy  glory, — pale  with  death-like  fear, 
We  fall  before  thee, — tremble  and  adore. 


7- 

And  fuch  thy  puhTance — Holy  EJfcncey  too  ! 
fuch  clread  events,   th*y  rnightinefs  purfue  ! 
From  Heav'n's  bright  citadels  on  high, 
On  wings  of  rapid  ftorms  you  fly  : 
Or,   if  thou  lift,   will  bid  the  wind, 
To  earth's  dark  caverns  be  confm'ds 

Thou 


18  ODES  OF  HORACE.     BOOK  I. 

Thou  bidft  old  ocean  rage  no  more, 

Nor  dafh  his  billows  on  the  trembling  fhore  : 

The  winds  obey,   the  tempefts  ceafe, 

And  troubled  nature  is  again  at  peace. 

8. 

Dread  cadence  ! — what  vain  mortal  can,      ") 
Or  bard  prefumptious,    fcan, 
Concatenation  vaft  --'twixt  God  and  man  ?  j 

Too  low,   alas  '    my  fong  ! 
Th'  afpiring  Mufe,   alas  !  too  weak 

Thy  praife  to  fpeak, 
And  in  my  notes,  thy  glories  to  prolong. 

9- 

Let  fons  of  learning,   patriots,   kings, 
And  heroes  of  immortal  name, 

To  grace  my  fong  appear  ; 
Whofe  virtues,   to  refounding  fame, 

For  ages  fhall  be  dear. 
And  thus  the  Mule,  untutor'd,   fings  ! — 

10. 

Loutj,   all  hail  !   adorn  my  lays  f 

Protestor  of  the  human  race  ! 
Antoniettds  countlefs  charms, 
Shall  fill  with  rich  reward  her  fov'reign's  arms. 

See  PruJJtus  monarch,  worn  with  age, 

Now  tott'ring  on  life's  utmoft  ftage  ; 
Fatigu'd  with  fame,   impatient  to  be  gone, 
And  leave  the  world  to  glorious  Bourbon. 

I  i. 

Next  Warren^  would  I  chaunt  your  name  ;— • 

But  dirges  fad,   embitter  ev'ry  tone  : 
On  Charleftown's  heights,  you  fnatch'd  the  wreath  of 
And  'mid  its  blazing  ruins,  met  your  own.          (fame 
Gardener  was  there  and  with  you  vied, 
But  in  the  noble  conflict  died. 

12  Here, 


BOOK  I.     ODDS  OF  HORACE.  19 

Here  ftops  the  Mufe,   as  doubtful  whom  to  fing, 
A  virtuous  Congrefs,  or  a  tyrant  King. 
Randolph  and  Hancock's  worth  my  lays  engage, 
Who  nobly  check'd  the  Britifh  Tarquin's  rage  : 

While  chains  and  gaols  in  vain  controul 

The  patriotic  Lovel's  foul ; 

Now  loos'd  from  his  fetters,   reftor'd  to  our  realm, 
He  fhines  in  our  councils,  and  fits  at  the  helm. 

13- 

Thy  fate,   O  Mercer  \    claims  a  tear  ; 

The   fall  of  Najb  and  Harkimsr  : 

De  Kalby  rtili  foremoft  in  the  ftrife  ! 
Pulajkiy  prodigal  of  life  ! 
Crimfon'd  with  wounds, — untaught  to  yield, 
Dies,  'mid  the  carnage  of  Savanna  s  field. 

14. 

Next,  fing  my  Mufe,   that  brave  commander, 

Stirling^    Csefaria's  Alexander  \ 

Expert  in  arms,   he  led  the  battle, 
Foremoft,  where  thund'ring  cannons  rattle. 

'Till  worn  with  age,   with  warfare  tir'd, 

In  peace  the  vet'ran  chief  expired. 

'5- 

Rough  hardfhips  brought  a  Morgan  forth, 
Unus'd  to  eafe, — a  foe  to  floth  : 

With  hair  undrefs'd  he  through  the  wood,    1 
The  tawny  band  purfu'd; 

And  flew  thofe  Indian  fiends  inur'd  to  blood,  j 
When  on  our  fhores  the  lion  roar'd, 
The  Britifli  favage  felt  his  vengeful  fword; 

Firft  humbly  crouch 'd}   then  left  the  plain, 

To  Morgan,    Victory,   and  Wayne. 

1 6. 

Like  to  a  youthful  tree  unfeen, 
That  grows  infenfibly,   and  to  the  eye, 
Its  fpreading  fhoots  difplays  on  high, — 
Such  is  illuftrious  Greene* 

Whilft, 


2o  ODES  OF  HORACE     BOOK   I. 

While,  as  the  filver  queen  of  night, 
Superior  to  each  feebler  light  ; 

Radiantly  beaming  from  afar, 

Refplendent  {bines  VIRGINIA'S  ftar. 

'7- 

Sun,  moon  and  (tars  fliall  honor  as  they  run, 

O  Cmcinnatus  !  thy  diftinguifh'd  fon  : 
While  all  thy  votaries  from  age  to  age, 
Will  praife  the  hero  and  admire  the  fage. 

18. 

Almighty  parent,  guardian  of  our  race, 

Smile  on  our  councils,  with  benignant  face  ; 

Next  to  thy  own,  O  let  our  empire  rife 

The  greateft,  beft,  beneath  thy  vaulted  fkies«. 

Whether  the  Briton,   warlike  in  the  field, 

Or  treacherous  Indian  to  our  prowefs  yield  ; 

Beneath  thy  arm,  O  let  us  fway,  ! 

And  mighty  nations  willingly  obey. 

Thou  on  thy  azure  throne  of  light 

Shall  finful  mortals'  fouls  affright ; 

Around  thy  vengeful  bolts  be  hurl'd, 

While  thy  dread  chariot  fhakes  a  gurlty  world  ! 

C$X$DC^^<X^^ 

ODE  XIII.      To  L  Y  D  I  A. 

Addreffed  to   MARIA. 

WHEN  you  commend,   my  lovely  fair, 
Young  Damon's  charms,  his  grace,  his  air  j 
And  on  his  pleafing  beauties  dwell, 
(Which  prove,   alas  !   you  love  too  well  !) 
Then  all  my  joy  to  anguifh  turns, 
My  heart  with  grief,   and  anger  burns  : 
From  my  warm  cheek  the  colour  flies, 
My  bbfom  fwells  with  riling  fighs ; 

With 


BOOK  i.    ODES  OF  HORACE, 

With  fecret  jealoufies  and  fears, 
And  foftly  ileal  the  filent  tears. 
Thefe,  thefe,   alas  !   too  plain  betray,  "\ 
The  fires  that  on  my  vitals  prey,  £ 

And  melt  my  very  foul  away.  J 

Whene'er  an  am'rous  wound's  impreft 
Upon  your  lips,  or  on  your  breaft, 
I  grieve,   I  figh,   1  feel  the  fmart, 
And  cruel  torment,  rends  my  heart. 
Beware  my  fair-one,  whom  you  truft; 
For  man  is  faithlefs  and  unjuft. 
Think  not  he  always  will  admire, 
Forever  burn  with  fond  defire  ! 
Whofe  kifles  wound  you  as  he  fips 
The  dewy  fragrance  of  your  lips  ; 
Lips,  that  the  fweeteft  balm  difpecfe, 
Ambroftd)  nedtar,  quintessence ! 
O  !   happy  they,  as  Gods  above 
Whom  Hymen  binds  in  links  of  love  I 
Nor  age  or  illnefs  can  divide, 
The  knot  by  fond  affection  tyM. 
Love's  facred  flame  itfelf  endears, 
And  brightens  by  a  length  of  years  : 
Love  fooths  our  cares,  compofes  ftrife^ 
And  never  ceafes  but  with  life  : 
Love  tunes  the  penfive  foul  to  glee, 
To  rapture— and  to  harmony. 
Thefe  joys,   extatic  let  us  prove, —         ^ 
Bleft  as  the  gods,  who  reign  above,       > 
And  bind  our  ibuls,  in  links  of  love,    j 


ODE  XIV.     To   THE  COMMONWEALTH. 

AN      ALLEGORY. 

AND  lhall  the  waves,  unhappy  bark,  once  more, 
Drive  thee  at  difbnce,  from  the  friendly  fhore! 
With  prudence  in  the  port  remain, 
And  never  truft  the  feas  again. 

Thy 


22  ODES  OF  HORACE.     BOOK  I. 

Thy  naked  fides  expos'd  to  ev'ry  blaft, 
Yield  to  the  preflure  of  the  fpringing  maft  ; 
With  furious  billows  overborne, 
Thy  yards  are  bent  and  rigging  gone. 

Thy  fhatter'd  hull  can  never  more  fuftain, 
Conflicting  tempefts,   011  the  raging  main  ; 

Where  are  thy  Gods  to  guard  from  harm, 
When  undulating  ftorms  alarm  ? 

What  will  avail  thy  antient  fplendid  line, 
What  though  the  daughter  of  a  pontic  pine  ! 
The  frighted  tar,  when  winds  arife, 
No  more  on  painted  ftern  relies. 

Safe  moor'd  in  port,   fecurity  you  find, 

Then  truft,  ah  !   truft  not,  the  inconftant  wind, 

Unlook'd  for,   will  the  tempeft  fweep, 

Thy  rifing  glories  to  the  deep. 

O  !  —once  my  fole,   anxiety  and  care, 
And  now  my  only  hope,   my  only  fear  ! 

Avoid  thofe  glitt'ring  ifies  that  {hew, 

Amid  the  Archipelago. 

Philadelphia,    1774. 


ODE  XV.     THE  PROPHECY  OF  NEREUS. 

Piclurefquc  of  the    /ife,    a&ions,   and  death,  of  tie   late 
JB  riti/h  General  F  R  A  z  I  E  R  . 

W^  HEN  Ida's  faithlefs  fliepherd  bore, 
Fair  Helen  to  the  phrygian  fhore  ; 
Hufh'd  were  the  winds   at  Nereus'  will, 
That  he  Troy's  haplefs  fate  might  tell. 

Alas! 


BOOK  I.     ODES  OF  HORACE. 

'Alas  !   fhall  Prianis  antient  fway. 
Have  caufe  to  mourn  that  lucklefs  day  ; 
When  Greece — deep  leagued  appears  in  arms, 
To  fnatch  Hellena  from  your  arms  ! 
What  toils  both  man  and  horfe  endure, 
What  flaughter  ftains  the  Dardan  fhore  I 
Pallas,   her  ihield,  her  helm  and  car, 
With  vengeful  rage  prepares  for  war. 
In  vain  you  truft  to  Venus'  care, 
And  gaily  comb  your  flowing  hair  : 
Th'  inglorious  lyre  you  ftrike  in  vain, 
To  pleafe  by  turns  each  female  train. 
In  vain  the  Cretan  dart  you  fly, 
Unfriendly  to  your  bridal  joy, 
And  war's  alarms,   with  fafety  view, 
Or  Ajax  eager  to  purfue. 
But  foon,  alas  !    a  fate  more  juft, 
Shall  fmear  thy  wanton  locks  in  duft. 
Ulyjfes  fee,   thy  nation's  bane, 
And  Neflor — warlike  veteran  ! 
See  mighty  Teucer  too  appears, 
And  Sthenelusy  well  fkill'd  in  wars ! 
Who,  when  there's  need,   can  drive  amain, 
The  fiery  courfers  o'er  the  plain, 
Fierce  Merlon    too  (hall  give  thee  pain. 
Tydides  fee,   with  vengeful  ire, 
More  warlike  than  his  martial  fire, 
Furious,   thy  forfeit  blood  require  ! 

As  in  the  vale  the  grazing  deer, 
Sees  with  affright  the  wolf  appear  ; 
With  lofty  head  he  bounds  away, 
Kor  heeds  his  vegetable  prey  :— 
Thus  you  (hall  fly,    nor  heed  the  vows, 
You  fondly  made  your  ravifh'd  fpoufe. 
Achilles'  wrath,   with  kind  delay, 
A  while  protracts  the  fatal  day  ; 

"  Troy  nine  long  years  fhall  prop  her  finking  {late, 
The  tenth  fubdues  her,   and  Ihe  ftoops  to  fate." 

Dover,    1779.  I 


24  ODES  OF  HORACE.     BOOK  I. 


ODE  XVI.     To  T  Y  N  D  A  R  I  S. 

PARAPHRASED. 
Addre/ed  to   Miff  P.—  M—  . 

Archilocum  proprio  rabies  armavit  lambo. 

ARS.  POETICA.  V.  79. 

O!   Fairer  than  thy  mother  fair  ! 
For  once,   thy  juft  invectives  fpare, 

And  hear  my  true  repentance  : 
The  curs'd  lampoon  that  wounds  thy  fame, 
Conlign  to  Delaware^   or  flame, 
Deftroy  it  ev'ry  fentence. 

Not  all  the  mighty  pow'r  of  wine, 
Nor  infpiration  from   its  flirine, 

The  paffions  more  controul, 
Than  rage  ;   nor  drums  that  found  to  war, 
Or  bayonet  rix'd,   or  hoftile  fpear, 

As  rage,   convulfe  the  foul. 

The  face  of  danger  near  alarms, 

It  dreads  nor  flame,   nor  foe,  nor  arms— 

Though  of  Hungarian  niake  ; 
The  fhip-devouring  fea  defies, 
Nor  vengeance  thund'ring  in  the  ikies, 

Its  fell  intent  can  {hake. 

Prometheus,   whilome,   poets  fay, 
A  human  body  form'd  of  clay, 

And  to  compleatj,  the  work  ;—  - 
With  brutal  paflions  fill'd  the  mind, 
To  lion's  favage  wrath  was  join'd, 

The  malice  of  a  Turk. 

'Twas  rage  that  caus'd  this  fatal  ftrifc  ; 
'Twas  rage  that  fought  the  poet's  life, 

And 


BOOK  I.     ODES  OF  HORACE.  25 

And  fpurn'd  him  to  the  ground  : 
'Twas  vengeance  then  in  furious  mood, 
That  madly  fpilt  thy  brother's  blood  ; 

Thy  poet  gave  the  wound. 

From  rage,  deftrufrion  owes  its  rife, 
And  cities  tow'ring  to  the  Ikies, 

Their  final  overthrow  : 
The  haughty  foes,   with  fury  raze 
The  ruin'd  walls,   and  o'er  the  place, 

Drag  the  infulting  plough. 

Supprefs  thy  wrath  then,  lovely  maid  ! 
'Twas  youthful  frenzy  me  betray'd, 

In  damn'd  farcaftic  {train  ; 
To  ftigmatize  thy  fpotlefs  fame, 
To  brand  with  infamy  thy  name, 

And  wound  thy  foul  with  pain. 

A  convert  now,   to  truth  and  you, 
Thy  numerous  praifes  I  renew, 

With  heart-felt  fympathy  : 
Thofe  flanders  were  the  worit  of  lies  ! 
Do  not,  Miranda,   then  defpife, 

Or  curie  me  when  I  die. 

1774. 


ODE  XVII.     To    T  Y  N  D  A  R  I  S. 

AddreJJed  to  the  fame. 

•RISK  Pan,  from  gay  Lycaean  groves, 

To  fweet  Lucretile  removes  ; 
And  guards  my  Hock  from  fcorching  heat, 
And  winds  with  heavy  ihow'rs  replete. 

Secure 


16  ODES  OF  HORACE.     BOOK  I. 

Secure  from  harm,   they  limply  ftray, 
Through  woods  and  lawns,    or  nip  the  fpray  -, 
Or  crop  the  grafs  and  flow'ry  thyme, 
And  rob  the  fields   of  all  their  prime. 

Whene'er  Pan   tunes  his  jocund  lays, 
The  vales  repeating  as  he  plays  ; — 
Uftica's  eafy  hills  around  : 
Returning  back  the  trembPing  found  : 

The  fportive  kids  frifk  o'er  the  lawn, 
Nor  fear  the  wolf  at  night  or  dawn  ; 
They  mock  the  fox  and  mottled  Inake, 
That  balks  amid  the  funny  brake. 

Pleas'd  with  my  fong  and  pious  prayer, 
The  gods  receive  me  to  their  care. 
Hence  plenty  fills  my  crouded  dilh  5 
Indulgent,  crowning  every  wilh. 

Here  in  the  valley's  cool  retreat, 
We'll  Ihun  the  noxious  dog-day  heat : 
While  you  fhall  fing  the  rival  flame, 
Of  Circe  and  the  Ithican  dame. 


There,   where  no  fcorching  fun  fhall  Ihinc, 
We'll  fip  the  harmlefs  Lelbian  wine  : 
While  loving  ftill  and  all  defire, 
We'll  laugh  at  jealous  Cyrus''  ire. 

Nor  fhall  his  rude,   immodeft  fift, 
Approach  you,— feeble  to  refill  : 
Nor  like  a  brute,   your  garments  tear, 
Or  fnatch  the  garland  from  your  hair. 


ODE 


BOOK  I.     ODES  OF  HORACE.  27 

^:^:gS^ 

ODE  XVIII.     To  V  A  R  U  S. 

Addreffed  to  Col.  JAMES  REID,  of  the  Congrefs'  Regiment. 

LET  me  dear  Varus,   urge  thy  wife  defign, 
To  culture  firft,    the  confecrated  vine  ; 
Catilus'  walls  thy  vineyards  fpread  around, 
Or   range  them  o'er  the  Tibur's  fertile  ground. 
The  God  a  remedy  for  grief  prepares, 
Drink  deep,    and  drown  all  melancholy  cares. 
No  joys  the  wretch  abftemious  ever  knows, 
Sorrows  are  hufh'd  when  gen'rous  liquor  flows. 
Who  thinks  of  war,   while  pa  fling  round  the  bowl  ? 
The  beggar  drinks, — 'tis  wine  expands  his  foul. 
Then  father  Bacchus,  fill  the  fparkling  glafs, 
And  give  me  Venus,   a  complying  lafs  : 
But  lean:  we  fhould  offend  the  Deity, 
The  beaftly  centaurs  and  the  Lapithse 
Should  warn  us  from  excefs : — the  Thracians  too, 
"When  fill'd  with  wine,  each  horrid  crime  purfue  : 
Of  vice  and  virtue  no  diftindtion  know, 
Prepar'd  to  Slaughter,  either  friend  or  foe. 
Candid  Eeffareus^   guardian  of  the  vine  ! 
I  never  will  profane  thy  hallow'd  flirine  : 
Nor  lhall  thy  facred  myfteries  betray, 
Which  hid  beneath  thy  fhady  honors  lay. 
Then  ftop  the  timbrel,   and  the  horn's  alarms, 
Whofe  found  each  Bacchanalian  bofom  warms  ; 
And  blind  felf-love,   by  vanity  mifled, 
Which  lifts  on  high  its  unefTential  head  : 
With  glory  falfe,   and  prodigal  of  heart, 
That  like  tranfparent  glafs,   all  fecrets  will  impart. 

Head  Quarters,   Clove,    1777. 

ODE 


28  ODES  OF  HORACE.     ROOK  I. 


ODE  XIX.     To   G  L  Y  C  E  R  A, 

Imitated— Addreffed  to  M N . 

THE  wanton  God  of  foft  defire, 
Inflames  my  heart  with  am'rous  fire, 

And  warms  me  into  love  : 
I  now  am  doom'd  to  wear  its  chains, 
Its  anxious  doubts,  its  plealing  pains, 
Its  ev'ry  folly  prove. 

/ 
Maria  fills  my  ravifh'd  breaft, 

With  her  alone  my  foul's  pofTeft, 

To  ev'ry  foible  blind  : 
In  her  e'en  impudence  can  pleafe, 
'Tis  artlefs  nature  graceful  eafe, 

And  gaiety  of  mind. 

So  much  of  common  fenfe  bereft, 
What  little  reafon  flill  is  left, 

But  only  guides  to  err  : 
Each  prudent  thought  neglected  lies, 
I  think  that  they  alone  are  wife 

Who  teach,  not  to  defer. 

Who  teach  that  nature's  ho n eft  voice, 
Will  lead  each  free,  unbias'd  choice, 

To  what  is  truely  btft  ; 
That  in  your  dull  phlegmatic  fouls, 
No  gen'rous  rapture  e'er  controuls, 

Or  warms  the  gloomy  breaft. 


ODE   XX.     To   M  E  C  M  N  A  S. 

Addrefled  to   General  M I F  F  L I N . 

rT"1HE  Sabine's  humble  juice,   my  lord 
•*•     Awaits  you  at  my  homely  board.  In 


BOOK  I.     ODES   ot  HORACE.  29 

In  Grecian  cafks,   'twas  ftor'd  away, 
To  mark  the  plaudits  of  that  day,— 

Which  all  the  theatre  begun, 
And  o'er  thy  native  Tibur  rung  : 
The  fliouts  with  fportive  echo  ran, 
Refounded  from  mount  Vatican. 

'Tis  yours  to  quaff  Calemian  juice, 
Rich  Csecuban  your  vaults  produce  5 
But  my  poor  goblets  never  thine, 
With  Formian,   or  Falernian  wine. 

Arundel,   9  October,'  1778. 


*ODE  XXII.     ToARISTIUS  FUSCUS. 

Addrep  d  to  the  Hon   Col.  SAMUEL  WYLLIS,  of  Hart 
ford 'y  Connecticut. 

AM  AN,  dear  Fufcus,   free  from  ftrife, 
Of  morcils  pure,   and  upright  life, 
Needs  not  th'  envenom'd  Moorifh  dart, 
To  guard  his  juft,  his  honeft  heart. 

Whether  he  purpofes  to  go 
Through  Lybian  defeats,   Sythean  fhow, 
To  fcand  mount  Taurus'  rugged  fide, 
Or  ftem  th'  Hydafpes  fabled  tide. 

For  while  I  rov'd,   and  fung  my  fair, 
In  fabine  woods,   unvex'd  with  care, 
I  met  a  wolf,   who  much  alann"d, 
Affrighted ned me,  though  unarmed. 

Such  Daunian  forefts  never  bred 
Beneath  their  wide  extenfive  fhadc  ; 
Nor  fuch  did  Mauritania  e'er 
(The  fultry  nurfe  of  lions)   bear. 

O  wing 

,  *  Tor  the  aift  Ode,  vide  the  Secular  Poem, 


30  ODES  OF  HOR.ACE.     BOOK  I. 

O  wing  me  to  the  frigid  zone, 
"Where  the  kind  fun  fcarce  ever  fhone  ! 
Where  fogs,  unwholefome  air,   and  fnow 
Abound,   and  trees  forget  to  grow : 

Or  into  torrid  lands  too  near  "j 

The  rays  of  Phoebus'  fcorching  car,  \. 
Where  neither  houfe  or  cot  appear :  J 
Yet  La/age  my  hope  (till  feeks, 
Who  fweetly  fmiles  and  fweetly  fpeaks. 

1772. 


ODE  XXIII.     To   CHLOE. 

YOU  fly  me  Chloe,   like  a  fawn, 
That,  through  fome  dark,   fequefter'd  lawn, 
Its  timid  mother  feeks  in  wild  defpair, 
And  dreads  the  rufl'ling  bufh,   and  murm'ring  air. 

She  trembles  both  at  heart  and  knees, 

If  chance  the  vernal  zephyrs  breeze  ; 
Or  gentle  blafts  the  verdant  foliage  ihake, 
Or  a  green  lizard  ftir  th'  adjacent  brake. 

Not  as  a  tygnefs,  or  a  bear, 

Do  I  purfue,— Thy  flefli  to  tear  : 
Therefore  thy  mother  quit,   now  ripe  to  prove, 
The  joys  of  wedlock  and  a  hufband's  love. 


'779- 

DDK 


BOOK  I.   ODES  OF  HORACE.     31 


ODE  XXIV.     ELEGY  to  VIRGIL  on  the  DEATH 

*f  QUINCTILIUS. 

WHY  ftiould  we  blufli  to  drop  the  foothing  tear;— 
When  ceafe  to  mourn  our  dear  departed  friend  ? 
Thou  Mufe  of  forrow,   hear  my  plaintive  prayer, 
And  all  thy  foft,  poetic  influence  lend. 

O  !   when  (hall  modcfty  and  juftice  find, 
Or  naked  verity,  —  unfpotted  maid  !  —  • 
Did  fteady  faith  e'er  lofe  a  friend  fo  kind, 
As  he  who  fieeping  in  the  duft  is  laid  ? 

Thus  fell  the  virtuous  man,  —  to  rife  no  more  $ 

Why  weep'ft  thou  Maro  ?  yet  thou'ft  caufe  to  mourn! 

In  vain  we  fupplicate,  in  vain  deplore, 

In  vain  we  call  him  from  the  peaceful  urn  ! 

What,  though  more  fkilPd  in  mufic's  foft'ning  lore, 
Than  he,  whofe  ftrains  mov'd  things  inanimate  j 

Weak  are  thofe  gifts,   nor  can  thy  powers  reft  ore, 
The  glowing  cheek,  or  wake  the  vital  heat. 

When  once  the  ghoft-compelling  fon  of  Jove, 
With  hand  remorfelefs,   waves  his  ebon  rod  : 

Patience  ihould  teach  us  fortitude  and  love, 
And  meek  fubmiffion  to  the  will  of  God. 


Camp,  at  Middle  Brook,    1777. 


ODE 


32  ODES  OF  HORACE.     BOOK  I, 


ODE  XXV.     To  LYDIA. 

Addreffedto  an  Old  Maid ',  well  known  in  the  Beau- Monde t 

THE  wanton  bucks,  your  former  pefts, 
Your  windows  feldom  now  moleft  j 
Nor  with  refounding  blows, 
Do  rob  you  of  repofc, 
But,  let  you,  free  from  noife,  enjoy  your  reft. 

Your  door  that  pliantly  could  rove, 
Its  threfhold  now  begins  to  love  ; 

You  hear  ftill  lefs  and  lefs, 

Your  lover's  fond  addrefs, — 
"  Cannot  my  dying  groans  fair  Lydia  move." 

Now  you  are  old  'twill  be  your  turn, 
The  infolence  of  rakes  to  mourn  ; 

In  fome  dark,  lonefome  vale, 

Neglefted,  fcorn'd,  and  ftale, 
While  Hiperborean  blafts  your  forrows  fpurii. 

"When  furious  luft  and  fierce  defire, 
Such  luft  as  fet  the  mares  on  fire, 

Shall  rage  with  cruel  fmart, 

Around  thy  letch'rous  heart, 
With  fway  ungoveru'd,  unrelenting  ire. 

Yet  curfe  away,  the  am'rous  beaus, 
Prefer  each  tender  plant  that  grows  : 

While  iaplefs  leaves  like  thee, 

They  fcatter  far  away, 
Where  icy  Hebrus*  ftream  fequefter  d  flows. 

1770. 

ODE 
I 


BOOK  I.     ODES  OF  HORACE.  33 


ODE   XXVI.     To  HIS  MUSE. 

•Addrejjedto  JOHN  PRINGLE,  Ef quire,   A:  /?.   South" 
Carolina. 

I    Love  the  mufes  from  my  foul, 
And  to  the  deep  I  waft  my  care  ; 
Indifferent  who  rules  the  pole, 
Or  if  a  King  can  feel  defpair. 

Thou  Pimplean  Mufe  !    thou  tuneful  maid  ! 

Who  loves  the  grove,   the  verdant  mead  5 
Rob  of  its  flowers  the  bright  cafcade, 

And  weave  a  crown  for  Lamia  s  head. 

Without  thy  aid  my  fame  decays, 

Then  join  with  me,  ye  iifter  choir  ! 
Attune  your  harps  to  Lamia's  praife, 

To  Lamia's  glory  ftrike  the  lyre. 

'777- 


ODE  XXVII.     To  HIS  COMPANIONS. 

Addrejfed  to  R— —  S— y,   EJ "quire. 

TO  quarrel  o'er  your  cups,  my  friends, 
Is  barbarous  and  rude  ; 
For  Bacchus  thefe  for  mirth  intends, 
And  not  to  ftain  with  blood. 

Who  would  the  grape's  mellifluous  juice, 

With  favage  war  compare  ? 
Then  with  your  noiie,  my  lads  a  truce, 

And  keep  each  friend  his  chair. 

IF 


34  ODES  OF  HORACE,     BOOK  I. 

If  you  would  have  me  tafte  your  wines, 

Let  yon  fair  youth'  impart, 
The  lovely  nymph  for  whom  he  pines, 

Who  rules  his  fubjeft  heart. 

No  more  I'll  drink,  unlefs  lie  now, 

Reveals  the  lovely  dame  : 
If  Ihe  be  worthy  of  his  vow, 

He  need  not  blufh  to  name. 

Whifper  fecurely  in  my  ear.— 

Is  Ihe  the  jilt  you  love  ? 
A  kinder  nymph  deferves  thy  care, 

But  {he  thy  fate  will  prove. 

Not  e'en  Pegafusy  winged  horfe, 

Nor  ftrong  Theflalian  charms, 
Can  from  the  Syren's  bofom  force, 

Or  free  you  from  this  dread  Chimera's  arms, 

Arundel  1779- 


ODE   XXV1IL      A  SAILOR  and  tie  GHOST   of 
ARCHYTAS. 

dddreffedto  Brigadier-General  Iff  ILL.   IRVINE. 

SAILOR. 

UNCOVER'D  lies,   near  the  Matinian  fhore, 
Thy  mould'ring  corfe,  poor^rthytas  whofemind 
Could  earth  and  ocean  with  a  thought  explore, 
And  meafure  by  thy  art  the  countlefs  fand. 

Then,  what  avails  thee,  fince  ordain'd  to  die, 
With  fearching  lore,  and  penetrating  foul, 

To  note  the  ftars,   or  fcand  the  ipacious  fky, 

And  fpread  thy  circling  view  from  pole  to  pole. 

GHOST* 


BOOK  I.     ODES  OF  HORACE.  35 

GHOST. 

The  fire  of  Ptlops,  who  the  gods  regal'd 
And  old  Tithonus  to  the  {hades  are  gone  t 

Minos,  alas,   is  dead  !    though  much  bewail'd, 
To  whom  the  fecrets  of  great  Jove  were  known. 

SAILOR. 

The.  fage  Pythagoras',  though  once  reborn, 
With  fliield  retaken  from  the  facred  fane, 

To  prove,  in  Trojan  wars,   thofe  arms  were  worn, 
Now  finks  to  Pluto's  gloomy  realms  again  : 

Who  boafted,  that  to  death's  infatiate  rage, 

Nought  but  his  ikin  and  feeble  nerves  were  giv'a. 

GHOST. 

And  well  thou  know'ft  he  was  a  learned  fage, 
Deep-lor'd  in  all  the  myfteries  of  Heav'n. 

One  difmal  night,  alas  !   awaits  us  all, 

The  path  of  death  muft  once  be  traversM  o'er  ; 

Slain  by  the  furies,   fee  the  foldiers  fall, 
While  greedy  mariners  beftrew  the  fhore. 

The  dirge  funereal  faddens  all  the  way  ; 

The  beardlefs  {tripling  and  the  hoary  fage 
Crowd  to  the  blazing  pile  ! — the  grave,  the  gay, 

Muft  bow  to  Proferpine's  relcntlefs  rage. 

Whelm'd  in  th'  Illyrean  wave, — by  fates,  hard-doom' J 
To  yield  my  fpirit  to  the  ruthlefs  ftorm  : 

Then  gentle  failor  fee  my  corfe  inhum'd, 

With  fleeting  fands  my  burial  rites  perform. 

So  may  thy  vefTel  Jfcape  the  feas  and  wind, 
And  the  tall  woods  alone  the  tempeft  fhare  j 

May  Jove  and  Neptune  to  thy  hopes  be  kind, 
And  growing  wealth  reward  thy  honeft  care. 

If 


26  ODES  OF  HORACE.     BOOK  I. 

If  you  neglect,  tliy  harmlefs  heirs  fliall  mourn, 

Their  parent's  crimes,  and  weep  them  o'er  and  o'er; 

•)•  When  thou  art  dead,   expos'd  without  an  urn, 
A  wand'ring  fpirit  on  the  Stygian  fhore. 

From  Heav'n's  high  wrath,  no  charms  thy  life  fliall  favc, 
Nor  votive  prayer  its  vengeance  can  allay  : 

Firft  lay  me  kindly  in  a  peaceful  grave, 

Then  fpread  the  canvafs  and  purfue  thy  way. 

C&C$DC$0^^ 

ODE   XXIX.     To  I  C  C  I  U  S. 

j4ddrefled  to  Jo H N   WILCOCKS,   Efq.  late  of  the  Britifo 
Army. 

ARABIA'S  happy  wealth  invites, 
And  warlike  fpoil  your  foul  delights  ; 
'Gainft  Medes  and  Perfians  fierce  in  war, 
Sore  galling  fetters  you  prepare. 

What  wives  to  your  defines  fliall  yield, 
Whofe  murder'dhufbands  ftrew  the  field  ? 
What  captive  youth  fhall  grace  thy  ftate> 
And  with  the  flowing  goblet  wait  ? 

With  braided  locks  and  perfum'd  hair, 
And  taught  to  wield  his  native  fpear  ; 
The  Parthian  bow  to  twang  with  art, 
And  aim  the  fatal  miflive  dart. 

That 

f  The  antients  were  of  opinion,  that  the  ghoft  of  a  dead  body,  which  lay 
unburied,  wandered  an  hundred  years  on  the  banks  of  Styx,  before  it  could  be 
received  into  a  ftate  of  reft. — Thus  fays  fays  Virgil: 

. the  expeding  crowd 

Of  fouls  you  fee  along  the  infernal  flood, 

Want  funeral  rites  above,  where  fudden  ends 

Havefn'atch'd  their  bodies  from  their  mourning  friends. 

The  body  rirft  muft  funeral  rites  partake, 

Before  the  foul  can  pafs  the  Stygean  lake. 

An  hundred  years  thefe  tields  they  wander  o'er, 

That  time  expir'd  they  reach  the  wifh'd  for  fhore. 

Lander dah. 


BOOK  I.     ODES  OF  HORACE.  37 

That  darning  torrents  back  may  flow, 
And  wafh  again  the  mountain  brow, 
I  fhould  believe  ;   nor  with  furprife 
See  Tibur's  ftreams  reverted  rife  :  — 

When  you  whofe  genius  bid  fo  fair, 
Forfake  the  fchools,  to  follow  war  : 
And  all  thofe  books  with  care  procured, 
You  barter  for  the  angry  fword. 

QteSte==^^ 

OD  E'  XXX.     To  VENUS 

Addrefid  to    ******* 

VENUS,   queen  of  dimpled  fmiles, 
Quit,  O  quit,  thy  fav'rite  ifles  ; 
Thee,  fond  Glytera  Invites, 
To  fweet  incenfe,    and  delights  ; 
Grace  with  mirth,   her  votive  bow'r, 
Deck'd  with  every  fragrant  flow'r* 
Bring  the  glowing  boy  with  thee  ; 
Bring  the  nymphs  and  Mercury  : 
With  the  graces  in  thy  train, 
Flowing  zone,   to  glad  the  fwain  ; 
Wit  and  youth,  but  ill  agree, 
Charming  Venus  !   without  thee. 


ODE  XXXI.     To  APOLLO. 

J    C  A  Y,  what  gifts  (hall  I  implore, 
^  Bending  at  thy  hallow'd  fhrine  ? 
When   the  votive  juice  I  pour, 
Goblets  fill'  d  with  genrous  wine  : 

I  aft 

I  Mr.  Daeler  fancies  there  is  fomething  particularly  noble  in  the  opening 
«f  this  ode,  by  fuppofmg  that  Apollo  fpeaks  to  the  poet,  and  alks  him  what 
requeft  he  has  to  make  to  him  on  thisfolemn  occafion.  Though  Mr.  Creech 
and  Mr.  Francis  have  adopted  this  conftrudion,  yet  I  have  thought  proper  to 
follow  Mr.  OUifwcrtb  ;  with  what  propriety—  the  learned  are  at  liberty  to  de 
termine. 


38  ODES  OF  HORACE.     BOOK  I. 

I  afk  not  ftores  of  yellow  corn, 
Which  fair  Sardinia's  happy  plains  adorn: 


Nor  the  herds  that  num'rous  graze, 

O'er  Calabria's  fcorching  fields  5 
Or  the  gems  that  richly  blaze, — 

Wealth  that  diftant  India  yields  : 
Nor  all  the  farms  that  widely  lay, 
Where  filent  Liris  eats  its  banks  away. 

They  to  whom  kind  fates  beftow 

Grounds  where  fprings  the  blooming  vine  ) 
May  with  choice  Calenian  glow ; 

Let  them  quaff  rich  Syrean  wine, 
Who  ev'ry  foreign  land  pervade, 
And  fortune  crowns  with  a  fuccefsful  trade. 

Let  the  Gods  propitious  blefs, 

And  reward  the  merchant's  care  ? 
Let  him  fafe  the  ocean  pafs, 

Heaping  ftores  of  wealth  each  year  : 
No  foreign  luxury  is  fo  good, 
As  wholefome  vegitable  food. 

Give  me  health  bright  god  of  day  ! 
Let  my  confcience  feel  no  fling  ; 
Shed  around  thy  lucid  ray, 

While  the  mufe  thy  praifes  fing, 
Old  age  with  honor  let  me  know, 
Nor  want  the  joys  that  mufic  can  bellow. 

Camp,  at  Valley  Forge,  May  12,   1778. 


ODE 


BOOK  I.     ODES  OF  HORACE. 


ODE  XXXII.     To  HIS  H  A  R  P. 

Imitated — Addrejled  to  my  GERMAN  FLU  TE. 

VT7HEN  at  leifure,  carelefs  ftraying 

*  *      Through  the  Jawn,   or  fhady  grove  ; 
Songs  immortal  we  are  playing, 
Now  begin  a  ftrain  of  love. 

Such  as  Villiers,    Dorfet,  Sedley, 

Bards  of  am'rous  Charles's  reign, 
Oft  have  play'd — in  tuneful  medley, 

Fraught  with  love  in  merry  vein. 

Wine,  they  fung,  the  joy  offeamen, 

Venus,   Cupid,    and  the  nine  ; 
Mlra  too,   the  pride  of  women, 

Mira,  lovely,  foft,  divine. 

Pride  of  Plains  and  the  Mufes  ! 

Grateful  to  the  wife  and  good  ! 
Each  foft  note,   delight  infufes, 

Kail  poetic  piece  of  wood. 

Dover,    1770. 

'  ••*•  *  4-  *  •*•  *  *  *  *  4-  •*•  4-  *  *  *  *  4-  +>  4  *  *  4-  4 •  *  *•  ^  ^  *  4-  * 
ODE  XXXIII.     To  ALBIUS  TIBULLUS, 

Imitated —  Addrejfid  to  NATHANRUMSEY,  Efq .  A  I   B. 

PRITHEEIeavc  of  this  whming,friendNathan  give  o'er 
And  think  of  the  faithlefs  young  wanton  no  more, 
No  more  in  foft  verfes,  or  chanfons  complain, 
Becaufe  a  briik  rival,   forfooth  gives  you  pain. 

Fair  Nan  of  the  hill  fighs  for  "Roger  the  fpark, 
Vv  hi!?  Rc?er  gallants  pretty  CMo'  through  the  park  ; 

L  But 


4o  BOOK  I.     ODES  OF  HORACE. 

But  fooner  {hall  wolves  with  mild  lambkins  unite, 
Than  Chloe  efpoufe  fuch  a  rakehelly  wight. 

Thus  wills  mighty  Venus  well  pleas'd  in  a  joke, 
To  join  fair  and  ugly,  falfe  true  in  one  yoke  ; 
Such  pleafure  refults  from  our  fufPrings,  'tis  faid, 
She  laughs  at  the  contraft  her  folly  has  made. 

Though  by  Stella  the  faireft  of  nymphs  once  belov'd, 
I  fled  the  dear  charmer  and  wantonly  rov'd  ; 
To  Maria  I  pour'd  forth  the  pangs  of  my  mind, 
Unflable  as  Billows,   inconftant  as  wind. 

College  of  Philadelphia,    1770. 


ODE  XXXIV.     To  H  I  M  S  E  L  F. 

A    PARAPHRA  S  J£. 

Addreffed  to  the  Reverend  SAMUEL  MAGAW,  D.  D. 
Vice-Provofl  of  the  Univerfity  of  Pennfylvania,  and 
Rector  of  St.  Paul's  Churchy  Philadelphia. 

AMID  a  herd  of  learned  fools, 
I  trac'd  old  Epicurus9  rules, 
Through  all  the  mazes  of  the  fchools, 
And  feldom  deign'd  to  pray  : 
But  now  no  more  his  fchemes  prevail, 
I  veer  to  catch  a  different  gale, 
And  to  religion's  harbour  fail, 

As  reafon  points  the  way. 

Array'd  in  all  the  pomp  of  war, 
The  god  afcends  his  burning  car, 
Quiver  the  light'nings  from  afar, 

And  the  big  clouds  divide. 
Involved  in  horrid  gloom  he  flies 
Impetuous,   down  the  paflive  skies, 
While,  round  his  throne,  loud  tempefts  rife, 

And  fires  before  him  glide.  Heav'n 


BOOK  I.     ODES  OF  HORACE.  41 

Keav'n  fhrinks  beneath  his  rolling  wheels, 
His  thunder  {hakes  thj  eternal  hills, 
And  the  vaft  flood  her  bed  reveals, 

To  fhun  th'  approaching  god. 
E'en  the  deep  vaults  of  hell  below, 
Where  ftreams  of  endlefs  torments  flow, 
Tremble,  while  horrid  light'nings  glow 

Through  all  the  dark  abode. 

Almighty  God  !    Eternal  King  ! 
"Who  can  thy  matchlefs  glories  fing  ? 
From  thee,   the  fate  of  nations  fpring, 

And  tyrants  own  thy  fway  ; 
Whofe  power  can  pull  the  mighty  down, 
Exalt  the  peafant  to  a  throne, 
And  place  the  deeds  of  hands  unknown, 

Amid  the  blaze  of  day. 


ODE  XXXV.    .ToFORTUNE. 

Addreffed  to  my  Friends. 

I. 

O  GODDESS,  whcfe  power  andabfolute  fway, 
The  fair  town  of  Antium,   delights  to  obey  ! 
Whofe  hand  from  defpair  can  the  fuppliant  fave, 
Or  change  the  gay  triumph  of  joy,  to  a  grave  ! 

2. 

To  thee,   the  poor  ruftic,   who  labours  the  foil, 
Prefers  his  petition  to  profper  his  toil; 
The  failor  who  braves  the  loud  ftorm-troubled  fea, 
Thou  miftrefs  of  ocean,  bows  humbly  to  thee. 

3- 

The  rough,  hardy  Dacian  and  Scythian  untaught, 

By  Rome's  warlike  ions  are  thy  aufpices  fought ; 

Mother- 


42  ODES  OF  HORACE.     BOOK  I. 

Mother-queens,   cities,  nations,  thy  bleffings  implore, 
And  tyrants,  with  trembling,   thy  godhead  adore. 

4- 

Forbear  then,  in  anger,   with  ruinous  tread, 
To  crufh  the  bright  column,    or  humble  its  head  ! 
Nor  roufe  from  fweet  peace,  the  tierce  nations  to  arms, 
Convulfing  the  empire,   with  civil  alarms. 

5- 

Before  thee  neceffity  marches  in  ftate, 
With  wedges  and  nails,  the  dire  emblems  of  fate  j 
Aloft,   in  her  hand  is  each  torture  dilplay'dj 
The  hook  fore-tormenting,   and  hot-molten  lead. 

O^' 

6'. 

Kind  friendfhip  and  hope,   in  white  robes  flill  remain, 
Attend  on  thy  glories,    and  add  to  thy  train  ; 
Though  angry  you  change  the  bright  garb  of  yourflate, 
And  fly,  in  mean  garments,   the  courts  of  the  great. 

7- 

The  bafe  needy  vulgar,  and  falfe-fwearing  whore, 
"Will  flight  the   cold  fricndfhip  of  him  that  is  noor  s 
When  poverty  threats  will  ungratefully  fly 
Whofe  coffers  are  empty,   and  casks  all  are  dry. 

8. 

On  Czfar's  brave  arms,   O!    propitioufly  fmile, 
Now  forcing  his  march  to  Britannia  s  far  ifle  ; 
Preferve  our  young  foldiers,    and  may  they  fucceed, 
Spread  terror  through  Afla,   and  humble  the  Mede  ! 

9; 

What  flaughters  and  murder  our  bodies  diftain; 
See  brother,  by  brother,   inhumanly  flain  ! 
What  altar,  or  fhrine,   has  ekap'd  from  the  rage 
Of  faction  and  crimes,  in  this  curs'd  iron  age  ? 

Then 


BOOK  I.     ODES  OF  HOPxACE.  43 

10. 

Then  brighten,   O  goddefs  !  our  weapons  once  more, 
Befmeaid  with  rank  murder  and  citizen's  gore, 
Let  our  fwords  beunfheath'd  'gainft  the  foes  of  the  ftate, 
The  vagabond  Arab,  and  treacherous  Gete. 

Camp.   Valley  Forge,    1778. 


ODE  XXXVI.     To  POMPONIUS  NUMIDAS. 

WITH  mudc  let  our  offerings  rife  5 
The  gods  delight  in  facrifice  ; 
Let  votive  blood  my  altars  ftain, 
To  welcome  Numidas  from  Spain. 
Each  friend,   his  kind  embraces  proves, 
Eut  Lamia  is  the  friend  he  loves  : 
They  both  the  fame  preceptor  knew, 
To  men,  from  boys,  together  grew. 
With  a  white  mark  the  day  fhall  iland, 
And  fmiling  goblets  court  the  hand  ; 
With  wine  and  mirth  and  joyous  play, 
We'll  dance  the  fleeting  hours  away. 
Fair  Damalis  the  toping  lafs, 
Shall  ceafe  to  drain  the  brimming  glafs. 
To  grace  the  banquet  rofes  bring,          -^ 
The  fhort-liv'd  lilly,  child  of  fpring,       £ 
And  fragrant  parfley,  —  ever  green.       J 
On  Damalis  the  hero's  prize, 
The  guefls  all  fix  their  wanton  eyes  j 
But  (he,  to  her  new  lover  true, 
Like  ivy  twines,  and  flicks  like  glue. 


ODE 


44  ODES  OF  HORACE.     BOOK  I. 


ODE  XXXVII.     To  HIS   COMPANIONS. 

Addrefjed  to   Colonel  THOMAS   PROCTER,    Efq.    High 
Sheriff  of  Philadelphia. 

CROWN,   crown  the  bowl,   and  let  the  ground, 
With  freedom's  joyful  dance  refound  : 
Now  heap  the  board,  where  gods  regale, 
'Till  art  and  nature's  ftores  ihallfail. 

'Twas  impious  jollity  before  ; 
To  draw  the  cellar's  mellow  {lore  5 
While  Cleopatra  doom'd  to  fate, 
The  Roman  capitol  and  flate. 

Surrounded  with  a  train  obfcene, 
And  wild  with  fierce  defires,  —  the  queen 
In  hope,  to  boundlefs  fway  afpir'd  ; 
By  ftrange.  fuccefs  to  madnefs  fir'd. 

But  the  proud  fleet  diHolv'd  in  flame, 
Humbled  th'  ambition  of  the  dame  ; 
And  Cce/ar's  terrors   ihook  her  foul, 
E'en  while  fhe  quaff'd  th'  Egyptian  bowl. 

Swift  hepuifu'd  with  laboring  oar, 
Her  flight  from  fair  Italia's  ihore  : 
Swift  as  the  hawk  the  dove  can  chafe, 
Sure  as  the  hound's  perfifting  pace. 

Fain  would  his  conq'ring  arms  have  bound 
The  fatal  peft,  in  fetters  round  ! 
But  fhe  on  nobler  ruin  bent, 
Prevents  his  kind,  his  great  intent. 

With 


BOOK  I.     ODES  or  HORACE.  45 

With  pride  beyond  a  woman's  boaft, 
She  fcorns  our  fword  and  diftont  coaft  : 
In  her  wing'd  galley  fcorns  to  fly, 
And  dares, — what  ethers  dread, — to  die. 

Serene  {lie  fees  her  lonely  dome  : — 
And  deep  V  embibe  th'  invenom'd  foam, 
With  rafti,   unfhaken   courage  grafps, 
And  goads  to  rage,   the  pois'nous  afps. 

The  fwifteft  death  her  pride  demands, 
That  hates  the  tyrant  victor's  bands  ! 
Which  elfe  a  flave,   the  public  fcorn, 
Had  drag'd  a  queen,  to  empire  born. 

JODE  XXXVIII.      To   HIS  BOY. 
Addreffed  to  my   'waiter  JABEZ  TRAPP,   afoldier. 

FR.OM  eaftern  pomp  I  turn  my  eyes, 
Wreaths,   perfumes  and  pomp  defpife ; 
Then  be  not  anxious  boy,  to  chufe 
The  lovely  pink,   or  blufhing  rcfe, 
That  vent'rous  out  of  feafon  blows. 

While  foftly  I  at  eafe  recline, 

Stretch'd  beneath  a  fhady  vine, 
With  myrtle  garlands  deck  my  brows; 
Our  pleafure  no  abatement  knows, — 
Bring  forth  the  flafk  while  I  caroufe. 

ODE 

£    Imitated  by  the  celebrated  Mr.  Ou I  N. 
I  nate  French  cooks,  but  love  their  wine, 
On  fricafees  I  fcorn  to  dine, 

And  bad's  the  beft  ragout  j 
Let  me  have  Claret  at  my  will, 
Let  me  oi  Turtle  eat  my  fill, 

In  one  large  mighty  ftew. 
A  napkin  let  my  temples  bind, 
In  night-gown  free,  andunconfin'J, 

And  undifturb'd  by  women  • 
All  boons  in  one,  I  aficcffate, 
Behind  the  Cbange  to  eat  my  weig&t, 

And  drink  enough  fo  fwirn  in. 


x)6  ODES  OF  HORACE.     BOOK  I. 


ODE  XXXIX.     To  JULIUS  FLORUS.     . 

OV^  autumn  comes,   the  bending  vine, 

With  rip'ning  grapes  in  clutters  fliine  : 
And  winter  rough  with  locks  of  hoar, 
Shall  clofe  the  fcene,  when  that  is  o'er. 

The  willing  nymphs,  you  now  may  teaze, 

Who  fhun  you  with  a  tardy  pace  5 
You  kifs  the  captives  as  you  pleafe, 

While  each  aiTumes  an  angry  face. 

In  jovial  fongs  the  day  ihould  pafs, 
With  genrous  wine  now  fill  the  glafs  -y 
And  Florus  too  when  mirth  invites, 
Enjoy  the  night  in  foft  delights. 
See  how  the  northern  breezes  play, 
And  bufy  cares  drive  far  away  ! 

The  man,  whofe  bofom  knows  not  fear, 

Preferves  a  temper  firm  and  free  ; 
Whether  the  hour  of  death  is  near, 

Or  many  years  far  diftant  be. 

Sept.    1  8,    1781. 

ODE 


*  Carmen  39.     Ad^ulium  Florum" 
Difcolor  grandem  gravat  uva  ramum ; 
Inftat  autumnus,  glacialis  anno 
Mox  hyems  volvente  aderat,   Capillis 

Horrida  canis. 

Jam  licet  nymphas  trepide  fugaces 
Infequi,  lento  pede  detinendas 
Et  labris  captse,  fimulantis  iram, 

Ofcula  figi. 

Jam  licet  vino,  madidos  vetufto 
De  die  laetum  recitare  carmen  ; 
Flore,  fi  tedes  hilarem  licebit 

Sumere  noftem. 

Jam  vide  curas,  Aquilone  fparfas  ! 
Mens  vjri  fnrtis  fibi  conftat,  utrum 
Serius  Lethi,  citiufve  triftis 

Advolathora. 


BOOK  I.     ODES  OF  HOP.ACE.  47 


ODE  XL.     To  HIS  BOO  K. 

NO  friend  perhaps  among  the  hoft, 
Who  fondly  my  acquaintance  boaft, 
To  Horace'  felf  is  half  fo  dear, 
As  thou,  my  book,   my  darling  care  ! 
Say  faithful  creature,  kind  and  true, 
What  wilt  thou  for  thy  matter  do  ? 
Who,  for  each  noble  theme  purfu'd, 
Deferves  thy  love,  —  thy  gratitude. 

Too  cautious  grown,  you  dread  the  frown, 
And  (hrink  before  this  mighty  town. 
But  laugh  at  envy's  jaundic'd  eye, 
On  Roman  candour,  firm  rely  ! 
Deject  each  vain,   each  idle  fear, 
And  boldly  to  the  world  appear. 

For  thee,  did  great  duguJJus  quell 
The  rage  of  critic's,  —  fiends  of  hell  ! 
To  whom,  as  Jove  a  fane  ihall  rife, 
And  waft  his  glory  to  the  Ikies  : 
Some  future   bard  in  epic  fong, 
Auguflui  lafting  praifes  {hall  prolong, 

Carmen  4.0.      Ad  Librum  ftc:iK. 
Dulci  Libello  Nemo  fodalium 
Forfan  ineoram  charior  extitit: 
D<;  te  merenti  quid  fldelis 
Officium  domino  rependes  ? 

Te  Romacautum  tevritat  ardua  ! 
Depone  vanos  invidi.e  metus  ; 
Urbif^ue,  fldens  dignitati, 

Fer  plateas  animofus  aude. 
En!  quo  turtntcs  Eumenidum  choros 
Disjecit  almo  fulmine  Jupiter  ! 
lluic  araitabit,   f  '.nv.i  cantu 
Pcrpetuo  celebranda  cvefcet. 

Chin  tarn  unicam  hanc  libri  certe  vetuftiffimi—  in  Biblir.tlieca  palatina  re- 
pertam  jicairatiifime   tranlcripti,  Verbum  de  Verbo,  et  i.iteram  de  Litera. 
M 


4«  BOOK  I.     ODES  OF  HORACE: 

Chartam  ipfam  in  Archivis  tutiffime  reconditi ;  Tranfcriptionem  tibi  amorii, 
ergo  committo.  Clarifiime  apparet  e  Titulis  fuperne  paginae  Notis,  aliilque. 
Indiciis  laceratam  exerptamque  ex  aliqua  Editione  Horatiana  olim  fuifle,  et 
forfitan  prima,  quando  nufquam  alibi  vel  antea  has  Odas — in  memoriam 
revocaffe  poffum. 

Mecum  ergo  literates  omnes  gratulari  videbitur,  recuperatis  hiseligantifli- 
mis  Carminibus  horatlanh.     Vale  et  fruere. 

Gafper  Palavicini 

Palat:  Bibl :  Sub  Libr* 


End  of  the   Fir/I  Book. 


RION, 


. 

A     .R       I       O       N, 

O     R      T    H     E 

FORCE  OF  LYRIC  HARMONY. 
.AN     O     D     E. 

PART      II. 


I. 

9UEEN  of  each  facred  found,  fweet  child  of  air, 
Who  fitting  thron'd  upon  the  vaulted  Iky, 
catch  the  notes  that  undulating  fly, 
Oft  wafted  up  to  thy  exalted  fphere, 
On  the  foft  bofom  of  each  rolling  cloud, 

Charming  thy  lift'ning  ear 
With  drains  that  bid  the  panting  lover  die; 
Or  laughing  mirth    or  tender  grief  infpire, 

Or  with  full  chorus  loud,        ' 
Which  lift  our  holy  hope,  or  fan  the  hero's  fire: 
Enchanting  harmony,  'tis  thine  to  chear 
The  foul  by  woe  which  finks  oppreft, 
From  forrow's  eye  to  wipe  the  tear, 
And  on  the  bleeding  wound  to  pour  the  balmy  reft, 

II. 

'Twas  when  the  feas  were  roaring  loud, 
And  ocean  iwell'd  his  billows  high, 
By  favage  hand  condemn'd  to  die, 
Rais'd  on  the  ftem  the  trembling  Lefbian  flood  > 
All  pale  he  heard  the  temped  blow. 
As  en  the  wat'ry  grave  below 

H? 


5° 

He  fix'd  his  weeping  eye. 
Ah  !  hateful  Juft  of  impious  gold, 
What  can  thy  mighty  rage  withhold, 
Deaf  to  the  melting  powers  of  harmony  ! 
But  'ere  the  bard  unpitied  dies, 
Again  his  foothingart  he  tries, 
Again  he  fweeps  the  firings, 
Slowly  fad  the  notes  arife, 
While  thus  in  plaintive  founds  the  fweet  mufician  fmgs. 

III. 

From  beneath  the  coral  cave 
Circled  with  the  filver  wave, 
Wherewith  wreaths  of  Emerald  crown'd 
Ye  lead  the  feftive  dance  around, 
Daughters  of  Venus*  hear  and  fave. 
Ye  Tritons,  hear,  whofeblafts  can  fwell 
With  mighty  founds  thetwifted  (hell; 
And  you,  yejijler  Syrens,  hear, 
Ever  beauteous,  ever  fweet, 
Who  lull'd  thelift'ning  pilot's  ear 
With  magic  fong,  and  foftly  breath'd  deceit. 

By  all  the  gods  who  fubject  roll 
From  guiliing  urns  their  tribute  to  the  main. 
By  him  who  bids  the  winds  to  roar, 
By  him  whofe  trident  fhakes  the  ihore. 
If  e'er  for  you  I  raife  the  facred  drain 
When  pious  mariners  your  power  adore, 
Daughters  of  Ner/us,  hear  and  fave. 

IV. 

He  fung,  and  from  the  coral   cave, 
Circled  with  the  filver  wave, 
With  pitying  ear 
The  'Nereids  hear. 
Gently  the  waters  flowing, 
The  winds  now  ceas'd  their  blowing, 
In  filencelift'ning  to  the  tuneful  lay. 
Around  the  bark's  fea-beaten  fide, 

The  facred  Dolphin  play'd, 
And  fportive  diith'd  the  briny  tide, 
The  joyous  omen  foon  the  bard  furvey'd  : 
Nor  fear'd  with  bolder  leap  to  try  the  wat'ry  way* 
On  his  fcaly  back  now  riding, 
O'er  the  curling  billows  gliding, 
Again  with  bold  triumphant  hand, 
He  bad  the  notes  afpire, 
Again  tojoyattun'd  the  lyre, 
Forgot  each  danger  pad  andreach'd  fecurethe  land. 

THE 


THE 

SECOND     BOOK 

O      F 

H  O  R  A  C  E's   ODES, 


ABDRESSED  to  the  Honorable  MAJOR  GENERAL  THOMAS 
MIFFLIN,  //.  M.  SPEAKER  of  the  HOUSE  of  ASSEM 
BLY  of  the  COMMONWEALTH  of  PENNSYLVANIA,  and 
late  PRESIDENT  of  CONGRESS. 


ODE  I.     To   A  S  I  N  I  U  S    P  O  L  L  I  O. 

Addrepd  to  tie  Hon .  CoL  S  A  M  u  E  L  W  Y  L  L I S3   of  Hart 
ford,  Connecticut. 

TO  fing  in  epic  tfrain, — how  bold  your  mufe, 
The  horrors  of  a  dire  inteftine  war  ! 
Where  firft  it  fpning,  and  how  its  fury  rag'd  ; 
What  dread  events  difgrac'd  each  pafilng  year : 
To  what  rebellious  heights  the  fenate  rofe, 
What  vengeance  threats  for  murders  unaton'd  ! 

Well  fuits  your  pen  to  fuch  an  arduous  theme, — 
But,  ah  !   beware,  left  you,   too  vent'rous  tread 
On  faithlefs  allies  fpread  o'er  burning  coals  ! 
Sufpend  a  while  the  tearful  tragic  vein, — 
To  guard  the  ftate  which  calls  for  your  fupport: 
And  when  your  care,   your  patriotic  zeal, 
The  Dxmon  faction5   far  from  Rome  have  driv'n; 

AlTume 


52          BOOK  II.     ODES  or  HORACE. 

AfTume  the  bufkin,   wake  the  tragic  mufe, 
'Remount  the  Itage,   an-.l  paint  the  .direful  fcene  ! 

O  thou,  who  guards  defencclefs  innocence, 
Whofe  awful  voice  the  Roman  few  ate  rules  ; 
For  whom  rich  conquefts  o'er  Dalmatia  gain'd, 
Have  wreath'd  a  crown  of  never-fading  bays, 
Genius  fublimc  !   chief  engine  of  the  war, 
Above  all  human  praife,   thy  fame  ihall  rife  ! 
Methinks  I  hear  the  clarion's  warlike  din, 
The  trumpet's  fhrill  alarm  aflails  mine  ear  ; 
O'er  the  wide  field  the  hoftile  weapons  flafh, 
While  in  the  duft,   the  flaughter'd  foldier  lies. 
Fierce  for  revenge,   the  dauntlefs  warrior  calls, 
And  all  fubmit  but  Cato's  haughty  foul. 

Deflruclive  Juno^   or  fome  angry  power, 
Guardian  of  Afric's  drear,   unfriendly  coaft, 
Unable  to  protect  her  chofen  land, 
Now  Ihow'rs  deftruclion  for  her  fav'rite  town  j 
And  in  our  fons  tho'  victors  flie  atones 
Her  conquer'd  bands,   and  pale  Jugurtha's  fhadc. 

What  land  is  free  from  our  defpoiling  arms  ? 
What  fields  but  boaft  the  fatt'ning  blood  of  Rome  ? 
Unnumber'd  graves  and  fepulchres  record 
The  direful  fact  ;   while  milling  into  thrall, 
The  diftant  Mede  and  Perilan  hear  the  craih, 
And  glory  in  the  ruin  of  our  world. 
Each  river  fwells  with  fanguinary  waves, 
Deep-purpled  o'er,  with  Latian  blood  it  flows. 
The  diftant  coafts,  the  briny  gulphs  declare 
The  dreadful  work  of  our  domeftic  fworcls. 

But   ceafe  my  mufe  !    forbear  to  ling  of  wars, 
The  theme  but  ill  becomes  thy  wanton  vein ; 
In  pleafure's  beaten  track  purfue  thy  wav, 
Nor  dare  to  ftrike  the  bold  heroic  lyre. 
With  me  again,    rcfume  the  am'rous  lay, 
Rcclin'd  beneath  fome  Grott's  fequeftcr'd  fhade. 

Camp,  before  Boflon,   1775. 

ODE 


BOOK  II.     ODES   OF  HORACE.  53 

^^ 

ODE  II.     To  CRISPUS  SALUSTIUS, 

jfddrej/ed  to  Col.  THOMAS* CHASE,   of  Bofton. 

NOR  worth  or  luftre  is  In  gold, 
Deep  hid  beneath  the  ftubborn  mould  ; 
Unlefs,   my  friend,   by  ufe  refine 
The  precious  ore,   and  make  it  fhine. 

To  future  times  (hall  founding  fame, 
Bear  Proculeius'  envi'd  name, 
Who,  though  a  brother,  yet  could  prove. 
The  yearning  of  a  parent's  love. 

The  man  who  can  his  wifhes  curb, 
"Will  reign  a  monarch,  more  fuperb, 
Than  fhould  he  Afric  join  to  Spain, 
And  both  the  Carthages  maintain. 

The  Dropfy  by  indulgence  grows, 
It  thirfts,  and  no  abatement  knows  ; 
Unlefs  you  from  the  veins  expel 
The  wat'ry  caufe,   and  all  is  well. 

For  virtue  ranks  not  with  the  bleft, 
Phraates,   monarch   of  the  eaft  : 
The  common  voice,  though  feeming  wife, 
Can  never  blind  her  piercing  eyes. 

Only  to  him  {he  gives  the  throne, 
The  diadem  and  laurel  crown, 
Who  never  heaps  of  gold  purfue, 
Or  takes  a  longing  fecond  view. 

New-London,    1776. 

ODE 


54          ODES  OF   HORACE.     BOOK  II. 


ODE  III.     To  Q^  DEL  LI  US. 

ddreffed  ta  the  Hon.  Col.  SAMUEL  \V  Y  L  L  I  s,   of  Hart 

Connecticut. 


IN  adverfe  times  prefervc,  my  friend, 
An  even,   fleady  mind  ; 
Or  fhould  the  fates  prove  kind, 
And  fortune,  more  propitious,  fend  : 
Let  not  your  heart  with  too  much  joy  dilate; 
Remember,  we  muft  all  fubmit  to  fate  ! 

Whether  your  life  in  forrow  pafs, 
Or  glides  in  mirth  away, 
In  feftive  fports  and  play  : 
Reclin'd  at  eafe  upon  the  grafs, 
You  drain  the  liquor  from  the  fparkling  bowl, 
And  with  Falernian  juice  expand  the  foul. 

Where  the  white  poplar  and  the  pine, 
Unite  their  friendly  boughs, 
And  kindeft  fhades  compofe  ; 
While  intermingled  fprays,  together  twine  : 
And  as  the  riv'let's  ftreams  obliquely  glide, 
Seem  the  rough  pebble,  as  they  pafs,  to  chide  : 

There  wine  and  odours,   ointment  fpread, 
And  fweeteft  roics  bring, 
The  fhort-liv'd  birth  of  ipring  ; 
While  fprightly  youth  adorns  your  head  : 
Now  while  your  mortal  thread,   the  Parcic  fpare, 
And  health  and  fortune  blefs  you  ev'ry  year. 

Your  purchased  forefts,  country  feat, 

Where  Tibur's  yellow  wave, 

The  fplendid  villa  lave  ; 
My  Dellius  nmft  yield  to  fate  : 

All 


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All,  all  the  wealth  you  fondly  have  amafs'd, 
Mull  to  your  greedy  heir  defcend  at  laft. 

Though,  fprung  from  Inachus  of  old, 
When  you  are  laid  in  earth, 
What  then  avails  your  birth  ? 
Though  you  poffefs  vaft  ftores  of  gold  ; 
Though  from  the  mean  eft  of  the  crowd  you  fpring, 
Nought  can  afluage  the  dire,   infernal  king. 

To  death's  drear  realms  we  all  mud  go, 
Ah  !   never  to  return  ! 
Fate  fhakes  the  mortal  urn, 
That  finks  us  to  the  {hades  below. 
In  Charon' 's  boat  we  all  fhall  ferry  o'er, 
Ne'er  to  revifit  earth's  bright  regions  more.' 

Arundel,    1781. 


ODE  IV.     To   XANTHIUS  PHOCEUS. 

^ddre/ed  to   the  Honorable   S —  P — ,   Efq. 

LUSH  not,   dear  friend,   nor  be  afraid; 
To  kifs  your  blooming  fervant  maid, 

Reflects  no  (name  I'll  prove  : 
Brifeis,  with  attractive  charms, 
Drew  proud  Achilles  to  her  arms, 
And  taught  die  hero,  love. 

TecmeJJa  fir'd  her  conq'ror's  breaft, 
Great  Ajax,   beauty's  force  confeft, 

And  all  its  tranfports  prov'd ; 
To  arms  great  dgamcmnox  bred, 
Forgets  his  conqucfts, — Hcclor  dead, 

And  fair  Ctiffandra  lov'd. 

N  That 


5$  ODES  OF  HORACE.     BOOK  II. 

That  Phyllis  fprang  from  noble  blood, 
A  family  both  great  and  good, 

Perhaps  you'll  one  day  find  ; 
Doubt  not, — {he  came  of  royal  race, 
To  you  no  fcandal  or  difgrace, 

And  mourns  her  gods  unkind. 

Don't  think  her  of  a  fpurious  birth  ; 
So  great  her  virtue  and  her  worth, 

And  fo  enlarg'd  her  foul ; 
Gold  fhe  contemns  as  filthy  drofs, 
Sweet  virtue's  charms  alone  engrofs, 

And  ev'ry  wifli  controul. 

Her  arms,  her  face,   her  pretty  leg, 
I  praife ;   fufpect  me  not  1  beg, 

Of  any  fly  defign  ; 

I've  feen,   my  friend,  full  forty  years, 
No  more  I  feel  fweet  hopes  and  fears, 

But  love  and  joy  refign. 


ODE  V.      To  a  FRIEND,  in  love  'with  a  Green  Girl. 

SEE,   thy  heifer's  untraftable,   fkittifh,  unbroke, 
Impatient  of  labor,  unus*d  to  the  yoke  ! 
Nor  has  the  young  creature  yet  power  to  prove, 
The  weight  of  the  bull,  rufhing  furious  to  love. 
O'er  meadows  flie  frolics,   or  up  the  green  heath, 
Now  flies  from  the  heat  to  the  river  beneath  ; 
With  yearlings  and  calves  o'er  the  landfcape  fhe  roves, 
Or  wanton  reclines  in  the  thick- (hady  groves. 
Then  pluck  not^the  grape  ere  'tis  fit  for  your  ufc  ; 
Soon  autumn  fliall  paint  it,   and  ripen  its  juice  : 
For  time  rolls  away,  and  for  ev'ry  paft  year, 
It  takes  from  your  number,  it  ftill  adds  to  her. 
She  then,  who  now  flies,  while  you  eager  purfue, 
Will  meet  your  addrefles,   and  doat  upon  you. 

Not 


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Not  Chloris  the  fair,  or  the  coy 
Shall  in  beauty  compare  to  your  dear  Lalage. 
So  pure  is  her  bofom,  her  fhoulders  as  white 
As  from  the  night-wave  darts  the  moon's  filver  light, 
Or  Gygfs  the  Cretan,  fo  foft,  and  fo  bright  ; 
Who  plac'd  among  ladies,  in  female  difguife, 
"Would  baffle  the  fearch,  be  you  ever  fo  wife  : 
So  doubtful  his  young,   girlilh,   features  appear, 
So  wanton  his  drefs,  and  fo  carelefs  his  hair. 

Head  Quarters,  Heights  of  Brandywinc,  1777. 


ODE  VI.     To   SEPTIMUS, 

Imitated.  —  Addreffed  /0  JOHN   PRINGLE,    Efq,   A.   B. 
Councellor  at  La%uy   South  "Carolina. 

PRINGLE,  who  with  your  friend  would  roam, 
To  climes  far  from  your  happier  home, 
Should  e'er  the  fates  that  Friend  detain, 
In  gayer  France  or  graver  Spain  ; 

Know  all  my  wifh  is  to  retreat, 
When  age  fhall  quench  my  youthful  heat, 
In  Kenti/fj  {hades  fweet  peace  to  find, 
And  leave  the  fons  of  care  behind. 

But  fhould  this  pleafing  hope  be  vain, 
May  I  fair  Tolbert's  feat  attain, 
Where  Wye's  fmooth  waters  gently  glide, 
And  flocks  adorn  its  verdant  fide. 

Sweet  groves,  I  love  your  filent  {hades* 
Your  ruflet  lawns,  and  op'ning  glades  ^ 
With  Carolina's  plains  may  vie 
Your  fertile  fields,  and  healthful  iky. 

Here, 


57  ODES  OF  HORACE,     BOOK  II. 

Here,  let  our  eve  of  life  be  fpent ; 
Here,   friend  fhall  live  with  friend  content, 
Jiere,   in  cold  earth  my  limbs  be  laid, 
And  here,  thy  gen'rous  tear  be  paid. 

e£x$3c£x5^ 

ODE   VII.     To  POMPEIUS  VARUS. 

DEAR  Pompcy  oft  in  battle  prov'd, 
From  early  youth  by  Horace  lov'd, 
When   we  great  Brittu;  caufe  efpous'd! 
What  pow'r  reftor'd  thee  to  thy  native,  home, 
To  Italy,  thy  houfhold  gods  and  Ptome  ? 
With  whom  fo  oft  I've  pafs'd  the  loit'ring  hours, 
Crown'd  with  the  liquid  iweets  that  Syria  pours, 
And  chearful  in  full  cups  carous'd. 

With,  thee,  I  faw  Philippi's  plain, 
I  faw  them  fly,   I  law  them  flain, 

*    And  fearful  dropt  my  trembling  fhreld  : 
While  C#f<2r*s  arm,   like  light'ning  flafti'd  around., 
Heroes  indignant  fell  and  bit  the  ground, 
And  purpled 'o'er  the  hoftile  field. 

But  me,  amid  the  clafh  of  arms, 
CongeaVd  with  fear  and  dread  alarms, 

Half-dead,  the  friendly  Her  met  found  : 
Wrap'd  in  the  bofom  of  a  circl'ing  cloud, 
He  bore  me  fafe  from  the  conflicting  crowd  ; 
While  you,    fvvept  off  by  war's  returning  tide, 
Your  angry  weapon  with  frefh  {laughter  dy'd, 
And  ftrewM  new  corfes  o'er  the  ground. 

Now 

*  A  fimilar  inftance  of  cowardice  is  recorded  of  a  celebrated  Grecian  poet 
and  fatirift,  in  the  war  with  the  Saians.  Arcbilocus,  to  fave  his  life,  threw 
away  his  arms,  and  fied.  AriJlopbaneS)  made  two  verfes  upon  him,  on  oc- 
cafion  of  this  adventure  ;  Plutarch  recites  thefe  verfes  and  lornethinj  more  ; 

*'  Rejoice  fome  Saian,  who  myfhield  may  find, 

Which  in  fome  hedge,  unhurt,   I  left  behind. 

Parewel  my  fhield,  now  I  myfelf  am  free, 

I'll  buy  another,  full  as  good  as  thee." 


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Now  then  to  Jove  your  off'ring  pay, 
Beneath  my  fhady  laurels  lay, 

Reliev'd  from  cares  and  martial  toil  ; 
This  cafk  for  you  I  feal'd; — then  fill  the  bowl, 
With  wine  lethean  raife  the  drooping  foul, 

And  pour  in  ilreams  my  fragrant  oil. 

Who,   pariley  weaves,   or  myrtle  bough  ? 
Or  who  does  beauty's  queen  allow, 

To  govern  at  our  feftal  board  ? 
For  this  day,  Horace  wholy  ihall  confign 
To  focial  mirth,   to  friendship  and  to  wine  ; 
In  deeped  cups  will  riot  it  away, 
As  Thracians  mad,   or  drunk  at  leaft  as  they, 
For  Yarns  to  his  arms  reftor'd. 

Roxbury  Camp,   1775. 

ODE  VIII.     To    B  A  R  I  N  E. 
Mdre/ed  to  Mifs  A—,   cf  N — J . 

IF  vengeance  from  fome  angry  pow'r, 
By  whom,  thou  perjur'd  fair-one,   fwore, 
Jiad  black'd  one  tooth,    or  ftain'd  a  nail, 
Thy  falfehoods  might  again  prevail. 

Sarine  joys  to  be  forfworn, 
The  very  gods,   {lie  holds  in  fcorn  ; 
Still  as  fhe's  falfe,   fhe  blooms  more  fair, 
Of  ail  our  youths,   their  only  care. 

She  profits  by  her  perjuries, 
By  her  dead  mother's  urn  that  lies 
Inhum'd  ; — by  every,  pov/'r  and  lign, 
By  all  the  rolling  ftars  that  ihine. 

The 


59          ODES  OF  HORACE.     BOOK  II. 

The  JVytJipbsand  Venus  fmile  to  fee, 
And  Cupid  aids  thy  perfidy  : 
On  bloody  whet-ftone,   points  his  darts, 
To  wound  for  thee,   more  lovers  hearts. 

Each  day  new  flavcs  thy  pow'r  obey, 
And  riflng  children  own  thy  fway  ; 
While  they  who  fwear  to  break  the  chain, 
Yet  cannot  from  thy   doors  refrain. 

The  careful  parent  is  in  fear, 
Left  you  enchant  the  hopeful  heir  ; 
And  maids  juft  wed,   fufpecl:  thy  charms, 
May  lure  their  hufbands  from  their  arms. 

Camp  at  New- York,    I  776. 


ODE  IX.     To   V  A  L  G  I  U  S, 

Imitated — Addreffedto  tie  Hon.  JOHN  EVANS,  Efq.  on 
the  Death  of  his  Son* 

ETERNAL  ftorms  of  driving  rain, 
•   Not  always  beat  the  fedgy  plain  ; 
Th'  Atlantic  ceafes  oft  to  roar  ; 
Nor  on  Acadias  defart  Ihore 
Always  appears  the  flaky  fnow  ; 
Loud  arctic  winds  forbear  to  blow  ; 
The  nodding  tree-tops  ceafe  to  yield  ; 
Nor  ftcew  their  verdant  honors  o'er  the  £eld. 
When  blufhing  Pkccbus  quits  the  ikies, 
And  murky  {hades  at  eve  arife  j — 
For  young.  Oleander's  death  you  mourn, 
Your  lovely  boy,  your  fhort-liv'd  fon. 
Not  fo,   the  Grecian  chief,   'tis  faid, 
When  years  unnumber'd  bow'd  his  head, 

Eewail'd 


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lain,  I 
tin.    3 


Bewail'd  his  Ton,  in  battle  flain 
Nor  thus  did  Priam's  race  compl; 
When  Troy/us  bled  upon  the  plain, 
Forbear  your  tears,  'tis  childifh  grief, 
Your  forrow  cannot  bring  relief. 
Let  nobler  thoughts  your  foul  infpire, 
To  tell  of  ******  illuftrious  fire  : 
Of  Niagara's  founding  brake, 
Rufhing  from  Erie's  mighty  lake, 
Down  the  rude  fteep  with  hideous  roar, 
Thence  by  Ontario's  wave-worn  ihore, 
To  where  St.  Lawrence'  humbler  flood, 
And  ******  realms  by  ****  fubdu'd, 
Extending  wide,  embrace  the  pole, 
Where  unknown  feas  forever  roll. 
Or  tell  of  Indians,  fiends  of  blood, 
Deep  couching  in  the  midnight  wood : 
Thefe  be  thy  themes. 

New-Gaftle,    1772. 


ODE  X.     To  LICINIUS  MURENA. 
AddreJJed  to  JAMES   TIL  TON,  Efquire^  M.  D.  Dover. 

TT3E  rul'd,  dear  friend,   and  learn  from  me, 
•*-*   Not  far  to  dare  life's  faithlefs  fea  ; 
Nor  yet,  when  threat'  ning  billows  roar, 
To  fail  too  near  the  dang'rous  fliore. 

Who  wifely  courts  the  golden  mean, 
And  each  extreme  alike  difdain, 
Lives  free  from  filth  of  tatter'd  cells 
And  Courts,  where  envied  greatnefs  dwells. 

The  {lately  pine  tree's  treach'rous  height, 
Does  but  more  frequent  dorms  invite  ; 

The 


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The  down  fall's  great  of  ftruftures  high, 
And  thunder  loftieft  hills  annoy. 

A  well  pois'd  mind,    in  either  ftate, 
Or  hopes  or  fears  a  turn  of  fate  : 
The  felf  fame  power  rough  winter  brings, 
And  thaws  its  ice  with  milder  fprings. 

If  things  at  prefent  badly  go, 
Yet  fear  not  'twill  be  always  fo  5 
Sometimes  the  lyre  Apollo  plies, 
And  then  his  bow  neglected  lies. 

If  fickle  fortune  proves  unkind, 
Take  heart  and  fhew  a  fearlefs  mind ; 
If  £he  fends  too  indulgent  gales, 
Beware  and  reef  your  bloated  fails. 


ODE  XL     ToQUINTIUS  HIRPINUS. 

Addreffed  to  Col.  THOMAS   PROCTER,  late  of  the  Ar~ 
tiltery. 

\  T  7HY  fhould  my  H'trpinus  be  anxious  to  know 

The  movement  of  this,  or  the  other  fierce  foe  ! 
"What  Scythians  intend,   or  Cantabrian  pride, 
Whom  Adrias  bleak  waves  at  a  diftance  divide  ? 
Or  why  (hould  you  pine  with  fuch  fruitlefs  deiires  ? 
Life's  wants  are  but  few,   and  but  few  it  requires. 
On  time's  rapid  pinions  our  youth  fleets  away, 
And  beauty  itfelf  muft  fubmit  to  decay  ; 
Old  age  then,   will  banifh   (too  truly  you'll  find) 
Soft  fleep  from  your  eye-lids,  and  love  from  your  mind. 
The  Spring  does  not  always  beftow  the  fame  bloom, 
Or  drefs  the  fair  bloflbm  in  all  its  perfume  ; 
Nor  does  the  pale  moon  fhine  with  luftre  fo  bright, 
As  when  at  the  full  fhe  illumines  the  night. 

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Then  ceafe  to  explore  the  transactions  above, 

The  fecrets  of  fate,   or  the  fecrets  of  Jove. 

Here  carclefsly  laid  on  the  verdure  fupine, 

Or  pleafantly  lolling  beneath  the  tall  pine  ; 

Our  white,  hoary  heads  {hall  be  crown'dwithfrefh  rofes, 

While  Aveet-fmelling  efTence  in  ftreams  overflows  us. 

To  Bacchus,   the  full  flowing  bowl  fhall  go  round, 

And  forrows  and  care  in  a  bumper  be  drown'd. 

What  youth  (hall  our  wine's  heady  fury  allay  ? 

Or  quench  its  bright  fLame  in  the  brook  palling  bye  ; 

Say,  who  from  her  home  the  dear  wanton  ihall  bring, 

Fair  Lydt,   who  ftrikes  with  fuch  mufic  the  firing  ; 

In  loofe  airy  garments,  with  trefles  of  gold, 

For  pleafure  array'd  like  the  fpartans  of  old  ? 

Head-Quarters,  Valley  Forge,    1778. 


ODE  XII.     To  M  E  C  J&  N  A  S. 

Addrejfed  to  Brigadier-General ,R.iCHARD    BUTLER. 

THE  wars  af  Numantia  and  Hannibal  dire, 
On  land  or  oil  ocean  the  fighting  ; 
Meccenas  ne'er  fuited  my  peaceable  lyre, 
In  fubjecls  much  lofter  delighting. 

You  love  not  of  Centaurs  embattled  to  hear, 
Nor  of  Giants,  a  tale  of  fuch  wonder: 

Who  fhook  all  the  Ikies,  made  Jupiter  fear, 
Till  drove  by  Alcldes  and  thunder. 

In  profc,  my  good  patron,   more  nobly  you  write,, 

As  your  topic  than  thefe  is.  much  better; 
How  Cccfar  with  glory  can  govern  and  fight, 
And  lead  mighty  kings  in  his  fetter,  .          .  .       • 

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Alone  my  gay  Mufe,  of  Licinnia  would  ling, 
The  conftant,   good-natur'd,  and  pretty  : 

So  graceful  to  dance  with  the  maids  in  a  ring, 
So  iparkling,   fo  merry,   and  witty. 

While  you  play  with  her  hair  that  h  ca^elefsly  cuiTd, 
While  this  way,   now  that  way,   flie  twitches  : 

Of  your  teazing  fo  kindly  complaining,   no  world 
Could  bribe  for  one  lock  with  its  riches. 

Thusbleft  with  the  nymph,  how  transporting  the  joy  ! 

Who  whimlical,  wanton  amufes  ; 
Who  pleafingly  forward  or  prettily  coy, 

Oft  fnatches  the  kils  fhe  refufes. 

*|H^4MHM^ 

ODE  XIII.      To  a  TREE  that  had  nearly  fallen  upon  him. 


wretch,  whoe'er  that  wretch  may  be, 
Who  firft  uprear'd  this  hellifh  tree,  — 
In  curfed  hour,   with  fatal  hand, 
To  plague  my  heirs,   and  guiltiefs  land  ; 
The  villain  furely  ne'er  forbore 
To  flied  his  ancient  father's  gore  •, 
Or  ftab  the  unfufpecling  brcaft 
Of  his  unlucky  ileeping  gueft  : 
Each  Colchian  peft  to  him  was  known, 
And  all  men's  crimes  he  made  his  own. 
This  is  the  horrid  rogue,  whoe'er  he  be,  -"> 

Who  reav'd  this  damn'd,  pernicious,   falling  tree!  j> 
Foe  to  my  land,  my  innocence,  and  me.  J 

Can  man  forefee  his  c!eiYm''d  doom, 
Or  who  can  ward  off  ills  to  come  ? 
The  failor  dreads  the  ftormy  waves, 
Who  ev'ry  other  danger  braves  5 
The  Parthian  fees  with  wild  furprilc, 
The  Roman  legions  round  him  rife  ; 

The 


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The  foldier  views  with  flutt'ring  heart, 

And  fears  tUe  foe's  reverted  dart. 

Unlook'd  for  will  the  tyrant  feize, 

And  bear  you  hence  by  fome  difeafe. 
Ail  nations  are  the  demon's  eafy  prey, 
\.c    //eepc  whole  kingdoms  in  a  lingle  day, 
The  world,  at  iafl;  through  him  fliall  fleet  away.      J 

How  near  was  I  to  hell's  confine, 
Where  reigns  thefwarthy  Proferpine  ! 
WheiY  &KUS  in  awful  ftate, 
Unfolds  the  dread  decrees  of  fate; 
Where  Sapphi tunes  the  mournful  firings, 
And  of  her  wrongs  melodious  fings  : 
s'il:(Kus  flr'ikes  fhe  founding  chords, 
Gf  leas  and  flights  and  bloody  fwords, 
Superbly  tells  ; 

But  chief  in  crowds  the  vulgar  {hades  appear,        -i 
And  prefs  the  great  muiician  to  be  near, 
Of  tyrants  flain,   and  banifh'd  kings  to  hear. 

Nor  ftrange,   when  death's  grim  centinel, 

Who  guards  each  avenue  to  hell  ! 

Kis  ears  with  joy  attentive  rais'd 

And  on  the  bard  in  rapture  gaz'd. 

The  furies  hang  their  twifted  fnakes, 

Who  peaceful  reft  upon  their  necks  : 

The  bird  forbears  his  rending  claws, 

Prometheus )   feels  a  happy  paufe  : 

And  Tantalus ,   with  all  his  feed, 

Seem  from  their  daily  tortures  freed. 
No  more  Orion,   glories  i"n  the  chafe, 
Or  fondly  prone,  the  favage  lions  trace, 
Nor  hunts  the  Lynx,  through  all  his  devious  ways... 


Camp  at  Brunfwick,    1778. 

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6s          ODES  or  HORACE.     BOOK  II. 


ODE  XIV.     To  P  O  S  T  U  M  U  S, 

PARAPHRASED. 

AddreJJed    to    the    Honorable    Major-General    SAMUEL 
HOLDEN  PARSONS,   Connecticut. 

ON  times  fwift  pinions  pafs  the  fleeting  years, 
Nor  can  thy  piety,  alas!  afTuage 
His  ruthlefs  hand,   or  floods  of  dreaming  tears, 
Divert  the  current  of  his  fatal  rage. 

Eifeafe  will  foon  thy  languid  frame  afTail, 

Old  age  with  wrinkles  fhall  o'erfp'-ead  thy  face  ; 

Death  will  demand  thee,  nor  will  flghs  prevail, 
Or  wreft  thee  from  the  tyrant's  cold  embrace. 

Though  daily  hecatombs,   thy  altars  flam, 

And  untold  off'rings  fhould  ihceffant  bleed  ; 

'Tis  fruitlefs  all  !—  the  Daemon  hears,  in  vain,  ' 
Nor  adds  one  bleffing  to  the  pious  deed. 

Down  to  th'  infernal  fhades,   where  Tityus  lies, 
With  growing  lungs,   by  vultures  ever  torn  : 

Where  three-form'd  Gerycn  of  ilupendous  iize, 
Beholds  the  fluggifh  waves  of  slckcron  ; 

Whoever  taftes  of  life's  infpiring  breath, 

And  earth's  kind  fruits  benignantly  partake  : 

Muft  fall,  the  victims  of  rapacious  death, 
And  pafs  the  waters  of  the  Stygean  lake. 

The  haughty  king  who  guides  the  wheels  of  ftate, 
Or  rules  the  nations  with  a  rod  of  fteel  :  — 

The  humble  cottager  muft  yield  to  fate, 
And  both  alike  its  mighty  influence  fed. 

To 


BOOK  IL     ODES  OF  HORACE.  66 

To  'fcape  a  wat'ry  grave  we  fly  the  main, 
With  all  the  dangers  that  in  war  aflail': 

Fiuitlefs  our  caution,   and  our  fears  how  vain  ! 
The  deftin'd  exit,  will  at  laft  prevail. 

Though  fouthern  winds  peftiferous  arifc, 

And  fickly  autumn  breathes  contagion  round  ; 

In  vain  we  fhun  the  peftilential  fkies, 

To  feek  the  bleffings  that  in  health  abound. 

To  Hades  then,   our  fleeting  fouls  muft  go, 

There  view  the  Danaids  curs'd  with  ceafelefs  toil : 

Where  dark  Cocytus5  ftreams  embittered  flow, 
With  horrid  murmurs  through  the  dreary  foil. 

"Where  Syfiphus  his  fruitlefs  talk  purfues, 

And  laboring  ftrives  the  arduous  height  to  gain ; 

The  ftone  recoils.,   and  all  his  pain  renews, 
To  heave  it  from  the  diftant,  lowly  plain. 

Thy  wife  and  fweet  domefric  cares,   alas  ! 

With  all  the  pleafures  that  on  life  attend, 
As  airy  vifions,  idle  dreams  fhall  pafs, 

And  to  the  filent  grave  muft  all  defcend. 

Of  all  the  trees  that  o'er  the  land  difplay, 

And  fhade  thy  fplendid  manfion  from  the  view : 

None,  to  the  tomb,   their  breathlefs  lord  convey, 
Save  the  wan  cyprefs  and  the  baleful  yew. 

Thy  mafTy  ftores  fhall  to  thy  heir  efcheat, 

Whofe  gen'rous  heart  {hall  ope  thy  coffers  wide  5 

Thy  mouldy  calks  fliall  bleed  to  grace  the  treat, 
'Till  with  the  racy  juice  the  hearth  is  dy'd. 

With  fparkling  wine  the  fumptuous  feaft  fhall  glow, 
More  pure  than  neftar,  and  than  kings  more  old  ; 

Such  wines  as  pontiffs  on  their  rites  beftow, 

Sweeter  than  incenfe,   and  more  choice  than  gold. 

Camp,  the  Clove,   1779*  ODE 


67  ODES  or  HORACE.     LOCK  II. 

@®@@©®©@©§©S'@@§^@©©S®@®®® 

ODE  XV.      On  tie  LUXURY  of  the  TIMES. 

dddrefled  to   Lieutenant-Colonel    ELEAZER     OSWALD, 
of  tic  Ariilkry,   Philadelphia. 

\  /5/H AT  fumptucms  buildings  now  we  fhew, 
*  *      Where  lately  pafs'd  the  fhining  plough  f 

Canals  like  feas  the  land  o'erfpread, 

Huge  planes  erect  their  barren  head  ; 

The  elm  fubmits,   the  violets  bloom, 

And  myrtles  waft  a  fweet  perfume  ; 

Where  once  the  tifeful  olive's  fhade, 

Its  careful  mafter's  toil  repaid  : 

Now  laurel  groves'  thick  twining  fprays, 

Exclude  the  fun's  reviving  rays. 

?Twas  not  in  this  licentious  way, 

Kome's  warlike  founder  rofe  to  fway  ; 

Or  Cato    of  immortal  praife, 

The  empire  rul'd  by  arts  like  thefe. 

'Twas  then  each  man's  efhte  was  fmall, 

For  to  the  funds  he  gave  it  all. 

No  fplendid  portico's  appear'd, 

By  private  wealth  fuperbly  rear'd, 

With  northern  front,  wide- fpreading  far, 

Engrofling  e'en  the  common  air. 

The  laws  forbad  the  heinous  guilt, 

To  fpurn  the  huts  our  fathers  bnilt ; 

But  on  the  {hrine  devote  to  god, 

Their  bounty  largely  was  beftow'd  : 

Their  public  edifices  (hone, 
Superbly  rich  with  brilliant  ftonc. 

Arundcl,   1782. 

ODE 


LOCK  II.     ODES  OF   HORACE.  6S 


ODE  XVI.     POMPEIUS  GROSPHUS, 

Imitated  —  Addrcfjed  to  JOHN    CARSON,   M.   D.   Phila 
delphia. 


the  fonorous  tempeft  roars, 
And  fable  night  involves  the  fkies, 
The  frighted  failor  peace  implores, 

And  lifts  to  threatening  lieav'ii  his  eyes. 

While  not  a  wifii'd-for  ftar  appears, 

In  all  the  thund'ring,   gloomy  fpacc, 
With  friendly  rays  to  calm  his  fears, 

But  death  ftares  ghaftly  ia  his  face. 

The  warlike  Scythean  and  the  Medc, 

Who  flying,   wound  th'  imprudent  foe, 

And  backward  fend  the  unerring  reed, 
For  peace,  their  favage  fpoils  forego. 

But  peace  they  drive  in  vain  to  find, 

Which  nothing  can,   my  friend,  alkrw^ 

Unlefs,   upon  itfelf,   the  mind 

The  god  like  bleffing  fliculd  bellow. 

As  fwift  as  lightning,   cares  make  way, 

Through  the  well  guarded  monarch's  gate  \ 

And  their  pale,  hideous  forms  difplay 
In  the  rich  gilded  rooms  of  ftate. 

Bold  cares  no  polifh'd  arms  revere, 

Or  fplendor  of  a  fervile  train  ; 
But  fill  the  monarch's  heart  with  fear,  — 

That  ne'er  difturb'd  the  guihlcf.  fwaia. 

Happy  » 


09          ODES  OF  HORACE.     BOOK  II. 

Happy  !   who  in  a  kind  retreat, 

With  virtue  bleft,  nought  alfo  requires  ; 
Whom  Heaven  has  giv'n  a  country  feat, 

Indulgent  to  his  juft  defires. 

While  he  in  pleafure  fpends  his  days, 
The  mufe  infpires  his  raptur'd  breaft  ; 

And  though  the  world  refounds  his  praife, 
The  noife  ne'er  breaks  his  golden  reft. 

'Tis  all  in  vain  we  hope  to  fly 

From  care  upon  the  pompous  fteed  ; 

Though  we  fhould  change  our  native  Iky,' 
Care  equals  the  fwift  racer's  fpeed. 

Nor  can  the  fplendid  barge  convey 
The  monarch  to  a  happier  fhore  ; 

Unlefs  bright  honor  lead  the  way, 
And  virtue  fafe  conduct  him  o'er. 

Let  then  your  noble  foul  defpife 

The  glitter  of  delufive  ftate  ; 
Adore  fair  virtue  and  be  wife, 

Nor  wifh  to  be  ignobly  great. 

What  would  you  have  ?   to  you  kind  Heaven, 

A  title  and  fuperfluous  (tore  ; 
No  tunelefs  lyre  to  me  has  given, 

With  competence  ;  —  I  afk  no  more. 


ODE  XVII.     To  MEC-ffiNAS. 

FORBEAR,   my  lord,  th*  unwelcome  ftrain, 
It  grieves  my  foul  to  hear  you  thus  complain  ! 
The  gods  nor  I  will  e'er  confent, 
To  take  my  friend  my  life's  great  ornament. 

For 


BOOK  II.     ODES  OF  HORACE.          70 

For  why  behind  you  fhould  I  ftay, 
When  you  my  better  part  are  torn  away  ? 

Could  I  alas  !   live  here  forlorn, 
When  half  my  foul,  my  dearer  felf  is  gone  ? 

One  day,   I  fwear  by  all  the  gods, 
Shall  fend  us  both  to  our  laft  long  abodes  ; 

Whene'er  you  lead  the  deftin'd  way, 
I'll  follow  foon  to  realms  of  endlefs  day. 

Not  fell  Chimsera,  flaming  fiend, 
Shall  tear  me  from  my  deareft,   much  lov'd  friend  ; 

Nor  Gyafs  with  his  hundred  hands  ;  - 
So  juftice  wills,   and  mighty  fate  commands. 

Whether  the  Scales  with  ray  divine, 
Or  Scorpius  ihone  upon  my  birth,   malign, 
•    Ill-omen'd  to  the  natal  hour  ; 
Or  Capricornus,   rude,   unfriendly  pow'r, 

Who  like  the  ftormy  Hyades, 
Reigns  the  grim  tyrant  of  the  weftern  feas. 

Yet  ftillwith  mingled  luftre  bright, 
Our  ftars  by  ftrange  fatality  unite. 

Thee,    Jove  propitious  fnatch'd  away 
From  impious  Saturn  and  his  baleful  ray  ; 

Check'd  the  fleet  wings  of  rapid  fate, 
When  all  the  crouded  theatre — elate, 

Refounded  loudly  to  thy  praife, 
While  echo  bore  thy  name  on  three  Huzzas. 

A  tree  juft  falling  on  my  head, 
Had  nearly  rank'd  me  with  the  mighty  dead  ; 

But  Faunus,   who  my  prayer  deferves, 
And  men  of  wit  from  ev'ry  harm  preferves, 

Flew  to  my  aid  and  kindly  broke, 
The  danger  of  the  dire  impending  ftroke. 

For  thee  the  votive  fane  (hall  rife,  ~]  • 

And  bulls  lhall  grace  thy  pompous  facrifice,  J>- 

For  me,   a  lambkin  fiiall  atone  the  fkies.  J  j 

Cambridge,   Head-Quarters,    17/5. 

P  ODE 


71  ODES  OF  HORACE.     BOOK  II. 

ODE    XVIII. 

Addreffed  to  an  cpp  rcffive   MISER. 

W~  ITHIN  my  walls  no  ivory  fliines, 
Or  precious  gold  from  foreign  mines  ; 
No  columns  from  the  Hlmettlan  grove, 
Support  a  citron  arch  above  : 
Nor  like  an  heir  unknown  I  boafc 
Of  Attains  his  wealth  engrofs'd*. 
No  honeft  clients  hang  for  me 
My  rooms  with  purple  tapeftry  ; 
Yet  without  vanity  I  claim 
Some  genius  and  an  honeft  name  : 
The  great  carefs  me,   though  I'm  poor;  "] 

Than  thefe  I  ask  the  gods  no  more,  j* 

Nor  wifh,   my  friend  t'  encreafe  my  ftore,  J 

But  independent  of  all  grants, 
My  fabine  fields  fupply  my  wants. 

Day  follows  day  with  rapid  pace, 
And  moons  ftill  hafte  to  the  decreafc  ; 
"While  you,   vain  wretch,   about  to  die, 
Prepare  vaft  piles  of  porphery, 
To  elevate  the  fplendid  dome, 
Forgetful  of  your  deftin'd  tomb  •, 
You  drive  old  ocean  from  the  fhorc, 
Confm'd  in  ftraighter  bounds  to  roar. 
What  can  this  avarice  fufEce  ? 
You  leap  your  neighbour's  boundaries  ; 
Your  clients  fly  to  give  you  room, 
And  exil'd  wander  far  from  home  : 
Their  wives,   their  wretched  offspring,  fee, 
And  houfnold  gods  expell'd  by  tliee  ! 
Thenfpare  thefe  ineffectual  cares, 
Grim  death  another  home  prepares  ; 
A  home,   where  you  fliall  ever  dwell 
With  Pluto  and  the  fiends  of  hell. 

•Al 


BOOK  JI,     ODES  OF  HORACE. 

All,   all  is  vanity,  —  good  fir  ! 

Th*  impartial  earth  has  room  to  fparc 

For  all  her  fons  ;  —  the  beggar  dies, 

And  peaceful  by  the  monarch  lies. 

No  gold  could  bribe  death's  ferryman, 

To  waft  Prometheus  back  again  ; 

Proud  Tantalus  his  chains  confine,  ~\ 

With  all  his  fplendid,   royal  line  :  ^ 

Should  we  invoke  with  rites  divine,  J 

Or  not,   the  willing  god  receives, 

And  from  all  cares  the  poor  relieves. 

Camp,  Valley  Forge,    1778* 


ODE  XIX.     HYMN   TO  BACCHUS. 

Addrefltd  to  Major  General  ARTHUR  ST.  CLAIR 

LET  future  times  the  wond'rous  tale  believe  ! 
I  faw  the  mighty  god  of  wine, 
Mid  rocks  remote  erect  his  fhrine, 

And  holy  lectures  give  : 
Attended  by  a  Sylvan  train  ; 
Goat-footed  fatyrs  lift'ning  (tood, 
With  guardian  nymphs  from  ev'ry  wood, 
WelUplcas'd  to  hear  the  great  inftructive  (train, 

E'en  I,   who  worfhip  with  a  heart  fincere  ; 

Yet  tremble  at  the    awful  nod, 

And  bow  before  the  mighty  God 
With  reverence  and  fear  : 

Mybreaft  the  facred  influence  feels  :->— 

Then  drop  the  fpear,  —  abate  thy  rage, 

For  lo  !   fierce  anger  to  afiuage, 
Thy  humble,  fupplicating  vct'vy  kneels  ! 


Permit 


73  ODES  OF  HORACE.     BOOK   IT. 

Permit  th'  advent'rous  bard  to  fing  thy  praife, 

Thy  prieiterTbs  with  zeal  infpir'd, 

Their  numerous  train  with  frenzy  fir'd, 
And  ftubborn  Thyades  : 

What  itreams  of  lufciotis  wine,   for  thee, 

For  thee,  what  milky  fountains  pour, 

Encreafmg  flill  thy  plentious  llore 
With  honey,   dropping  from  the  hollow  tree. 

Of  AriadnSs  numerous  charms  I  tell, 

Who  beauteous  with  her  filvcr  hairs, 

Adorn'd  the  Ikies  with  added  ftars  ; 

And  how  Lycurgus  fell : 
•    How  Penthlus  felt  thy  angry  frown  ! 

Who  impioufly  profan'd  thy  name  ; 

For  which  his  palace  wrap'd  in  flame, 
Tumbled  with  fprcading  ruin  hideous   down. 

Thy  power  does  o'er  remoteft  realms  extend  ; 

Oceans  that  feel  Barbaric  (way, 

Thy  guardian  Deity  obey, 

And  mighty  rivers  bend  : 

O'er  craggy  mountain  tops  with  fpeed, 

(While  ihakes  hang  peaceful  down  each  back, 

Or  harmlefs  twift  around  the  neck) 
The  joyous  train  of  Bacchanals  you  lead, 

You,  when  the  giants  dar'd  to  climb  on  high, 

WitU  impious  force  to  tumble  down 

Your  fire  from  his  almighty  throne, 
And  hurl  him  from  the  Iky  : 

In  Lion's  form  you  join'd  the  light; 

The  dreadful  conflict  dauntlefs  ftood, 

With  feet  and  jaws  befmear'd  with  blood, 
And  RbctitiS)   with  his  moniters,   put  to  flight. 

More  fkillM  to  rule  the  dancing  merry  choir, 
Youfeem'd  ;  as  forsn'd  for  floth  and  eafc, 
In  fofter  fports  alone  to  pleafe, 

Unus'd  to  war's  uproar  ; —  But 


BOOK  II.     ODES  OF  HORACE.  74 

Eut,  when  in  battle  you  appear, 
In  danger's  front  you  fearlefs  fhonc, 
The  bloody  art  loon  made  your  own  ; 
Though  mild  in  peace,   ytt  terrible  in  war. 

"When  rifing  glorious  from  Hell's  drear  abode, 

The  fhining  horns  that  grace  thy  head, 

A  beamy  luftre  round  thee  fpread  : 
And  aw'd  before  the  god, 

In  humble  pofture  as  'twas  meet, 

Grim  Cer'brus  faw  with  fear  amaz'd, 

Grew  kinder,  as  he  fondly  g^z'd, 
And  fawning  wagg'd  his  tail,  and  lick'd  thy  feet. 

Arundel,    1782. 

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O  B  E  XX.      To  M  E  C  JE  N  A  S. 

tAdclreffed  to  tie  Hon.    Major-General  VARNUM,    Rhode- 
Mand. 


tnfo  in  ens  avet  in 
'in  cygntfortnes  per,  liquidum 
Tey    diva,    vim  praebenie^ 
Explicit  it  Venujinus  alas  : 


Solers  nydarum,  feupueritm^   trucem. 
Cum  main'  fiava)  feu  caneret  rofas 

Et  VI f ici)    CyrrJjacis  Hetn-faan 

Rite  beans  equltem  fab  antris." 

OW,    now  I  mount  the  liquid  ikies, 

On  ftrong,   unufual  pinion  rife, 

A  two-form'cl  bard,   I  lofry  foar, 

And  tread  th'  ignoble  ground  no  more. 

Nor  mall  curs'd  envy's  jaundic'd  eye, 

Retard  my  paflage  as  I  ily. 

For  though  of  humble  parents  born, 

Still  dear  Mecanas,   ftill  I  fcorn,  Like 


7$  ODES  OF  HORACE.     BOOK  II. 

Like  vulgar  minds,   unknown  to  die, 
And  in  the  Stygian  waters  lie. 

I  feel  my  skin  put  feathers  on, 

My  legs  and  thighs  grow  white  with  down, 

Above,   I'm  more  than  man  ; 
The  change  my  fpreading  hands  confefs, 
My  ihoulders  bear  the  plumy  drefs, 

I  rife  a  foaring  f\van. 

Like  Icarus,  I  mount  above, 
A  tuneful  bird  thro'  ^Ether  move  ; 
I  fee  beneath,  the  groaning  fhores, 
Where  Bofphorus  in  thunder  roars  : 
Gsctulhm  quickfands  I  behold, 
And  climes  confign'd  to  dreary  cold. 
My  flight  fhall  reach  the  Colchian  hills, 
The  Parthian  that  his  dread  conceals 
Of  Roman  arms  ;   the  Dacian  too. 
Nor  Scythian  fhall  efcape  my  view  ; 
To  Spain  my  glory  fhall  be  known, 
'And  him  who  drinks  the  gallic  Rhone. 

Let  not  a  tear  then,  vainly  fall, 
Nor  mourn  my  fancied  funeral , 

Such  rites  the  b-afe  may  have  : 
Ah  !  ceafc  thofe  precious  drops  to  fhed, 
For  Horace^    Horace  is  not  dead, — 
But  foars  fuperior  to  the  humble  grave. 

"  Aloft,  above  the  liquid  fky, 

I  ftretch'd  my  wing,  and  tain  would  go 
Where  Rome's  fweet  fvvan  did  whilome  fly  ; 
And  foaring  left  the  clouds  below  : 
The  Mufe  invoking  to  indue 
With  ftrength,  his  pinions,  as  he  flew. 

Whether  he  fings  great  beauty's  praife, 
Love's  gentle  pain,  or  tender  woes  ; 
Or  chufe  th:  fubjedt  of  his  lays, 

The  blufhing  grape,  or  blooming  rofe  ; 
Or  near  cool  Cyrr/ja's  rocky  fprings, 
J\-Lc(?KJs  liilens  while  he  fings." 

End  of  the  Second  Book. 

THIRD 


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THIRD     BOOK 

O     F 

H  O  R  A  C  E's    O  D  E  S, 


ABDRESSED  to  the  Right  Honorable  MAJOR  GENERAL  the 
MARQUIS   DE   LE  FAYETTE. 


ODE  I.     To   A  S  I  N  I  U  S    P  O  L  L  I  O. 

Attempted  in  Pindaric  Meafure,  in  imitation  of  Mr* 
DRY  DEN. — AddreJJed  to  Major  General  JOHN  Su- 
L I V  A  N,  of  Nciv-Hampfnire. 

• 

L 

YE  vulgar  hence,   nor  dare  profane, 
Or  with  unhallow'd  eyes  furvey 
The  facred  myfteries  of  the  fcene  ! 
I  fcorn  you  all,   the  great,  the  gay  ! 
While  I  the  Mufes'  priefl  eflay, 

To  virgins  without  ftain, 
And  fpotlefs  youths,   to  chaunt  the  confecrated  ftrain. 

II. 

Kings  upon  earth  extend  their  fway  ; 
But  kings  muft  bow  to  Jove, — almighty  God  ! 
Whofe  thunders  fiii'd  the  Titanu  with  difrnay, 
V7ho  fishes  the  world  with  hie  imperial  nod. 

III. 


77          ODES  OF  HORACE.     BOOK  III. 

III. 

This  man  does  ample  fettlemcnts  pofTcfs,       "^ 
The  other  {hares  a  bounty,  lefs,  }» 

While  this,   contends  for  offices,  J 

And  vainly  proud, 
The  glory  that  his  fire  had  won, 
His  anceftors'  immortal  fame, 
Fondly  exalts  and  boafts  aloud  j 

While  this  extols  his  patron's  name, — 
What  crouds  to  {hare  his  bounty  run  ; 
His  noble  antient  pedigree,   and  merit  all  his  own. 

IV. 

In  fplendid  Mate  the  courtier  moves  along, 
Vain  of  the  needy  flaves,   that  ftill  his  levees  throng  : 

But  rich  or  poor,  'tis  all  the  fame, 

Fate  never  plays  a  partial  game  : 

For  all  {he  (hakes  her  fpacious  urn, 
Each  mortal's  lot  muft  take  its  deftin'd  turn, 
Swell  the  fad  pomp  and  feed  the  fun'ral  {lame. 

V. 

While  o'er  his  head  fufpends  the  threat'ning  fword, 
The  fumptuous  feaft 
Has  loft  its  tafte, 

Nor  can  the  tyrant  any  joy  afford, 

Though  fmiiing  plenty  crowns  with  luxury  his  board. 
The  powers  of  art  no  more  can  pleafe 
The  confcious  foul  of  Damocles  ; 
Or  nature's  bleffings  amply  ftor'd  : 
Though  muiic's  charms  fhould  all  confpire 
To  footh  his  anguifh'd  breaft, — tho*  all  the  Sylvan  I 
choir  f 

United  {ings.-- r 

— yet  nought  alas  !   can  quench  the  guilty  fire.          J 

VI. 

Sweet  fleep,  that  flies  rich  palaces, 
Yet  ftoops  to  humble  cottages  •, 

Her 


BOOK  III.      ODES- OF  HORACE.          78 

Her  favor  monarchs  court  in  vain          "} 
She  feeks  the  diftant,  lowly  plain, 
And  kindly  hovers  o'er  the  peaceful  fwain.  3 
The  fhady  banks  Hie  loves,   the  purling  ftreams 
Where  truth  and  innocence  prevail, 
And  lulls  to  reft  with  gentle  dreams, 
The  mepherd  ftretch'd  on  Tempe's  flow'ry  dale, 
Fann'd  by  the  pinions  of  the  balmy  gale. 

VII. 

The  man  content  with,  what  he  has, 
Fears  not  the   raging  of  the  feas  ; 
He  difregards  the  tempers'  roar  ; 

His  breaft,  fecure  from  racking  cares, 
Heeds  not  the  riling  or  the  fitting  ftars, 

Or  any  adverfe  power. 
Though  hail  his  fruitful  vineyards  beat, 
Though  all  his  harveft,  biafted  lies, 
His  riling  crop  around  him  dies, 

Kiird  by  the  fummer's  fun's  too  fervent  fcorching  heat ; 
Though  fiery  ftars  ihould  burn  his  foil> 
And  mock  his  hardy,  honeft  toil  ; 
Though  herblefs  lies  the  arrid,   thirfty  plain,  -* 

Tho'  witli'ring  groves  with  drooping  heads  complain,  C 
Or  loath  the  heat,   or  pine  at  winter's  chilling  rain,    j 

VIII. 

The  tyrant  landlord  feels  not  fuch  repofe, 
For  care  within  his  bofom  grows  ; 
V/ith  crouds  of  (laves  at  his  command, 
He  proudly  leaps  the  bounds  of  the  too  narrow  land. 

Upon  the  feas  his  building  rears, 
"While  oceaHflrakes,  and  Neptune  for  his  empire  fears  : 

The  fifli  all  fly,   their  precious  lives  to  fave, 
They  dread  th'  in viiding  mole,  and  fel  the  cruihing  wave. 

IX. 
Though  high  his  mighty  fabrics  rife, 

"\Yide  fpread-ing  through  the  air  ; 
Though  \vith  his  foires  he  touch  the  ikies, 
He  cannot  climb  from  care. 

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7P  ODES  OF  HORACE.     BOOK  III. 

In  vain  he  fhuns  the  reftlefs  fiend, 
The  Damon  follows  faft,   and  clofe  behind 

Purfues  him  Hying  ;   keen  remorfe 

Overtakes  the  fleetcft,   fwifteft  horfe  ; 

Darts  with  the  wind's  impetuous  fpeed, 

And  mounts  behind  the  rapid  fleed  : 

Tears,   grief  and  melancholy  pain, 

Attend  his  flight,   a  difmal  train. 
Though  he  the  fumptuous  galley  rigs,   and  wifhing  to 

be  freed, 

Leaves  the  unfriendly  ihore  ; — ftill  care  prevails, 
Awaits  his  voyage  and  expands  his  fails. 

X. 

If  hoards  of  wealth 

Can  never  give  content  or  purchafe  health  j 
Since  heaps  of  gold  a  glitt'ring  ftore, 
Nor  marble  from  the  phrygian  fhore,*— 
Or  eflence  fweets  that  plenteous  flow  : 

Or  brighter  than  the  ftars, 

Should  robes  of  Tyrian   purple  fhew, 
And  all  their  proud  magnificence  beftow, 

Yet  cannot  banifh  cares  : — 
Since  all  thofe  noble  gifts,  we  find, 
Can  never  cafe  a  troubled  mind  ; 
In  modifli  form,  then   why  fhould  I 
On  pillars  of  fuperfluous  flate, 
The  envied  ftrudlure  rear  on  high  ? 
Or  why  remove  from  Aritndd^ 
Where  peaceful  I  at  eafe  can  dwell 

To  feek  a  nobler  feat  ?  « 

Arundel,    1781. 


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ODE  II.     To  HIS  FRIENDS. 


ddre/cd  to  Lieut.  Col.  M.  RYAN,  late  Infpeclor  Gene 
ral  of  the  Militia  of  Pennsylvania,  Richmond,  Vir 
ginia. 


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UR  youth  thould  be  taught  all  the  hardfhips  of  war, 
The  knowledge  of  fwords  andtheufeof  the  fpear; 
To  manage  with  vigor  the  high-mettled  fteed, 
And,  learn,   as  he  flies,   the  bold  Parthian  to  bleed. 


Without  bed  or  blanket,   on  earth  let  him  lie, 
Or  where  the  moft  danger  is,  there  let  him  liy ; 
When  from  the  high  battlement  fighting,  he's  feen, 
By  fome  timid  virgin,  or  tyrant's  young  queen. 

To  Heaven  they  offer  their  prayers  and  their  vows, 
From  ruin  to  guard  their  undifciplin'd  fpoufe  ; 
To  fave  him,  alas  !   from  that  lyon-like  man, 
Who  covered  with  {laughter  lays  wafte  all  the  plain. 

With  glory  he  bleeds,   and  how  honor'd  his  grave, 
Who  falls  in  the  battle,  his  country  to  fave  ; 
For  death  overtakes  the  pale  coward  who  flies, 
And  flain  with  bafe  wounds, — how  ignobly  he  dies  ! 

But  virtue  in  pure  native  luftre  ftill  fhines, 
She  fears  no  repulfe,  and  no  honor  declines  ; 
On  merit  her  own  fhe  triumphantly  riles, 
AfTerts  her  juft  claim,   and  the  rabble  defplfes. 

Still  virtue,   to  him  who  deferves  not  to  die, 
Difplays  the  bright  path  that  afcends  to  the  sky  : 
Conduces  him  through  ways,  in  vhich  heros  have  troJ, 
Spurns  off  the  clay  humid  and  rifcs  a  God. 

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Si  ODES  OF  HORACE.     BOOK  III. 

?Tis  honor  and  fecrecy  claim  the  next  place  ; 
For  he  who  the  myft'ries  of  Ceres  betrays, — 
The  villain's  loath'd  prefence  with  care  I'd  refrain, 
Nor  fhould  the  fame  vefTel,  or  houfe,   both  contain. 

Though  jove  darts  his  thunders  at  finners  below, 
The  juft  often  fufier,    and  feel  the  fame  blow  : 
Yet  vengeance,   though  limping  and  tardy,  will  find 
The  mifcreant  e'en  mounted  on  wings  of  the  wind. 

Arundel,    1782. 

•fr^^'^HlH^ 

ODE       III. 

Addreffed  to  tie  Reverend  SAMUEL  MAGAYV',  D.  D. 
Vice-Provojl  of  the  Unlverftty^  and  Reclcr  ot  St.  Paul's 
Churchy  Philadelphia. 

THE  man  that's  upright,  (launch  and  true, 
No  clamrrs  of  the  vulgar  crewj 
Nor  yet  th'  infulting  tyrant's  frown, 
Can  make  his  fix'd  refolve  difown. 

Hell  ftand  the  ocean's  loudeft  roar, 
And  even  dare  the  thund'rer's  powV, 
While  round  his  guiltlefs  head  are  hurFd 
The  ruins  of  a  falling  world. 

Thus  Pollux  gaind  the  bleft   abode. 
Thus  roving  Heresies  prov'd  a  God  ; 
"With  whom  fits  mighty  Cafar  now, 
"VVhofe  rofy  lips  with  nectar  glow. 

Tygers  thus  forc'd  his  yoke  to  wear,  • 
To  Heaven's  high  dome  did  Bacchus  bear 
By's  fire's  fierce  fteeds  Romes  founder  drawn, 

Thus  fiiun'd  the  woes  of  AcherOn. 

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BOOK  III.     ODES  OF  HORACE.          82 

For  him  Heaven's  queen  deep  fllence  broke, 
And  thus  the  afTembled  Gods  befpoke,  — 
"  Paris'  award  with  Helen's  luft, 

now  laid  Troy,   proud  Troy  in  duft. 


Since  Hits'   perjur'J  fon  beguilM, 
The  Gods  employ'd  its  walls  to  build, 
Who  to  Minerva's  rage  and  mine, 
Did  prince  and  people  both  refign. 

Helens  lewd  gueft  now  boafts  no  charms 
T*  allure  the  charmer  to  his  arms  ; 
HeElor  no  more  can  now  deftroy 
My  warlike  Greeks  to  fave  falfe  Troy. 

The  wars  our  feuds  protracted  ceafe, 
And  all  is  foften'd  into  peace  ; 
Appeas'd,   I'll  now  to  Mars  reftore 
His  fon  the  Trojan  Prieftefs  bore. 

He'll  now,   though  once  fo  hated,  rife, 
And  grace  a  throne  above  the  skies, 
There  nectar  drink  in  bright  abodes, 
And  be  enroll'd  among  the  gods. 

"While  far  the   fierce  intruding  tide 
Does  Rome  from  hated  Troy  divide,  — 
And  Trojans  ftillexii'd  remain 
In  foreign  realms,    they'll  happy  reign. 

O'er  Priunfs  bones  while  cattle  feed, 
And  beafts  of  prey  fecurely  breed,  — 
Great  Rome's  bright  capitol  (hall  ftand, 
And  Medes  revere  her  dread  command. 

Far  fhall  her  awful  name  extend, 

Where  feas  from  Afric,   Europe  rend  ; 

Where  fwelling  Nile  the  field  o'erflows, 

Enriching  all  where'er  he  goes.  —  Difpifing 


S3          ODES  OF  HORACE,     BOOK  III-. 

Difpifing  gold  fhc'11  greater  fhine, 
Than  forcing  it  from  out  the  mine, 
With  facrilegious  hand  to  fill 
The  world  with  that  deftructive  ill. 


Her  arms  fhall  to  both  poles  be  known, 
And  pleas'd  fhall  fee  the  torrid  zone  ; 
The  parts  where  Sirius  burn  the  plains, 
And  thofe  where  ftormy  winter  reigns. 


But  know  that  I,   on  terms,   decree, 
To  Rome's  brave  fons  this  deftiny  j 
That  no  miftaken  Zealot  dare, 
Trufting  in  wealth,  old  Troy  to  rear  : 

A  curfe  attends  th'  ill-fated  place, 
That  fhall  its  works,   rebuilt  crafc  ; 
E'en  I,   the  fitter-wife  of  Jove, 
Before  my  concfring 'Greeks  will  move. 

Should  Phoebus  thrice  erect  a  wall, 
Though  made  of  brafs,   it  thrice  fhou'd  fail; 
And  captive  matrons  thrice  return, 
For  fons  and  hufbands  loft  to  mourn." 


But  whither,  Mufe,  would'ft  thou  afpire  ? 
This  theme  ill  fuits  thy  chearful  lyre  : 
Forbear  Heav'n's  councils  to  repeat  ! 
For  weak  thy  firings  for  fuch  a  feat. 


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BOOK  III.     ODES   of    HORACE. 

O  D  E  IV.     To    C  A  L  L  I  O  P  E, 

In  Imitation  of  POPE'S  CECILIA. 

Addr effect  to    his  Exe/Iency  CAESAR  RODNEY, 
Governor  oj  the  flate  of  Delaware. 

L 

ITpRiOM  Heaven  defcend,   queen  of  foft  melody, 
jp     Afiume  thy  flute,   and  wake  to  harmony 
The  raptur'd  foul  ;   or  with  thy  voice  infpire 
The  founding  firings  of  great  Apcltis  lyre  ! 
Hark  ! — or  does  clelufion  reign, 
Plealing  frenzy  in  my  brain  ! 

Through  Iweet  groves  now  I  go,  ""]  : 
Where  pure  ftreams  feem  to  flow,  }» 
And  mild  zephyrs  to  blow.  J  \ 

Overcome  with  ileep,  fatigu'd  with  play, 
On  Vulture's  lofty  top,   fupine  I  lay, 
Near  Sfpulia,  native  foil, 
There  I  refted  from  my  toil ; — 
While  fabled  turtles  kindly  ipread, 
A  verdant  foliage  o'er  my  head. 
Surprife  fill'd  the  breafts  of  the  wondering  fwains, 
In  Bantings  fair  lawns,  or  Tarentunfs  rich  plains; 
Or  on  high  Acheronilc? s  Hill, 
In  lioufe  or  cot, 
Delightful  fpot, 
Who  fequefterd,  peaceful  dwell. 

II. 

Woncl'rous  that  I,    amid  the  thorny  brakes, 
Safe  from  wild  bears  and  pois'nous  fnakes, 
Should  peaceful  lie,   while  cloves  around  my   head, 
Laurel  and  myrcle  boughs,   profufdy  fpread  : 
A  favor'd  youth,  thus  fav'd  from  harm  ; 
'Jlic  Cods  ncrform'd  the  m'giuy  charm. 

Thine 


85         ODES  OF  HORACE.     BOOK  !!!. 

Thine,   tuneful  fitters,   I  am  ever  thine  ! 
Devote,  I  bow,  ye  confecrated  nine  ! 

Whether  Saline  hills  detain, 

Or  Pranefte's    frozen  plain, 

Or,   Where  Baian  Riv'lets  ftray, — 

Tibur  ;   fruitful  as  the  May  : 
Thine,   Sifter  Mufes,   I  am  wholly  thine  ; 
Devote,  I  bend,  ye  fair,  harmonious  nine  ! 

III. 

To  grace  thy  facred  temples  was  I  fav'd, 
The  falling  tree  efcap'd, — the  ocean  brav'd  ; 
The  ftormy  billows  paft,   the  hoftile  plain, 
The  dreadful  carnage  of  Philippi's  field, 

Beftrew'd  with  hecatombs  of  flam  ; 

The  Mufes  were  the  poet's  fliield. 

While,  by  their  happy  guidance  led, 

The  fandy  defert  fafely  tread, 
Nor  fear  furrounding  harms. 

Intrepid  leave  the  friendly  fhore, 

Though  madd'ning  Bofphorus  fhould  roar, 

Though  tempers  thundered  o'er  my  head,   • 
To  fill  me  with  alarnis. 

IV. 

Britannia's  diftant  ifle  I'd  fee, 
Where  reigns  inhofpitality  ; 

The  Cafpian  lake,    the  'Scythian  brood, 
Who,   favage  feafts  on  horfes  blood. 
By  thec  infpir'd, 
Great  Ccefar  tir'd 

Of  fmiling  victories  ; 
With  willing  bands, 
His  troops  diibands  ; 
Indulging  eaie, 
Now  yields  to  peace  ; 
Reiigns  his  fpoils, 
His  victor's  toils, 
And  tranquil  in  thy  grotto  lies. 


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BOOK  III.     ODES  OF  HORACE. 

The  human  foul,   by  thy  advice, 
Grows  juft  and  merciful   and  wife. 
And  fpares  the  vanquifh'd  foe  : 
From  the e,   we  learn,   how  Titans  fell, 
By  forked  light'nings  dafh'd  to  Hell, 

Deep-plung'd  in  fhades  below, — 
By  him,   whofe  great,  almighty  hand, 
Rules  the  wild  ocean  and  the  land  ; 
Who,   cities,  nations,   ghofts  and  darknefs  fway, 
Whofe  power,  each  god,   and  humbler  man  obey. 


V. 


Oa  their  numerous  arms  relying, 

Jove  himfelf  e'en  terrifying, 

As  climbing  up  on  high  ; 

Pelion  on  Olympus  >  trailing, 

Heav'n,   itfelf,   iuperbly  fcaling, 

Spreading  terror  through  the  Iky. 

But  how  could  Mimas,   or  TyphfXuS) 

Porphyrion,  or  bolder  Rhcetus, 

Or  EnceladuS)   the  vain, 

Hurling  trees  from  off  the  plain, 

'Gainft  the  wife  Minerva  war, 

With  her  JEgis  flafhing  far  ? 
Where  Juno  ftocd,   and  Vulcan  burn'd  his  way 
In  torrid  flames,   and  where,  the  God  of  day, 

His  mighty  force  difplaying, 
A  fierce,  trerncnduous  foe; 

Whole  hofts  of  giants  flaying, 
With  his  unerring  bow. 

Yet  peaceful  he  loves 

Caftalia's  fair  groves, 
And  baths  in  the  brook  gently  flowing  : 

His  hair  loofly  dreaming, 

With  pearly  dew  beaming, 
And  cheeks,   ever  youthful  and  glowing. 

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37         ODES  OF   HORACE.     BOOK  III. 

VI. 

But  manly  courage,  when  with  conduct  joinM, 
Will  ever  from  the  Gods,   protection  find  5 
While  brutal  force,  by  its  own  native  weight, 
To  ruin  finks,   and  feels  the  hand  of  fate. 
Thus  did  the  mighty  Titan, 
(Whofe  hundred  arms  did  frighten  5 
And  to  his  ftrength  who  trufted, 
Who  for  Diana  lufted,) 
Feel  the  pain, 
When  by  her  train, 
With  arrows  flain, 

Deep  plung'd  to  darkefi  fliades  of  Hell. 
Mother  earth  now  fufpended, 
Beneath  her  extended, 
By  lightening  fwift  hurl'd 
To  grim  Pluto9  A  damn'd  world, 
Her  brood  of  dread  monfters,  an  impious  race, 
While  .ZEtna  flill  glows,   and  with  increaling  blaze, 

Never  decays. 

Nor  docs  the  fabled  bird,  whofe  rending  claws, 
The  luftful  Tityos9  growing  liver  gnaws, 
Forego  his  deftin'd  prey, 
But  feaft  him  night  and  day  : 
Y/hile  in  hard  bondage,   Pluto  faft  detains 
PerithoitS)   bound  in  thrice  an  hundred  chains. 

Arundcl,    1782. 


ODE  V.     THE  PRAISES  OF   AUGUSTUS. 

Addrejfed  to  the  Hono  r  able  T  K  o  M  A  s  M  1K  E  A  N  ,  Ef  quire, 
L:  L:  D.  Chief  J  lift  ice  of  the  Commonwealth  of  Penn- 
fylvani(iy  Vice-Prefident  of  the  Cincinnati^  and  late 
Prefidcnt  of  Congrefsy  &c.  &c. 

I.       I. 

JOVE,   in  tremenduous   thunders  fpeaks  his  mighty 
And  fubjeft  Hcav'ns  his  high  behefts  obey  ;     [fway, 

On 


BOOK   III.     ODES  OF  HORACE.          # 

On  earth,   a  prefent  God,   4t/gttftus  reigns^ 
Since  Perfiaand  Britannia  wear  his  chains. 
Where  is,   alas  !    our  antient  honor  fled  ? 
Could  Craffus1  bands,   Barbarian  matrons  wed  ? 

Bafely,  their  native  lands  forego, 

To  ferve  beneath  a  tyrant  foe  ; 

Forget  their  origin  and  name, 
While  Jove  was  fafe,   and  Rome  preferv'd  her  fame? 

I.        2. 

Not  fo,   did  Regulus,   immortal  chief, 

He  felt  difgrace,  but  nobly  fcorn'd  relief  : 
He  knew  deftruction  ever  would  attend, 
And  in  our  ruin,  fuch  examples  end  ; 
Unlefs  the  captive  youth  were  made  to  bleed, 
And  death,   unpitied,  brand  the  coward  deed. 
Within  a  Carthagenian  fhrine, 
I  faw,  faid  he,   our  banners  fhine  ; 
Our  armies  yield  without  a  wound, 
R.ome's  free-born  fons,  with  vilcft  fetters  bound  ! 


. 

With  open  gates  they  till  the  place, 
Which  late,   our  conq'ring  arms  laid  wafre. 
Can  he,  redeem'd  with  heaps  of  gold, 
Return  to  war,   and  fight  more  bold  ? 
How  vain  the  thought  !   you  pay  a  price, 
And  dearly  purchafe,  treach'rous  cowardice. 

When  wool  imbibes  the  ftain, 
It  ne'er  regains  its  native  white  :  — 
So  <-oo,  when  courage  put  to  ilight, 
Never  returns  to  fire  the  foldier's  mind  : 
As  well  might  you  expect  the  tim'rous  hind, 
Broke  from  his  toils,  would  chafe  the  hunters  o'er  the 

plain  ; 

II.       i. 

As  they  who  bafely  on  a  treach'rous  foe  rely'd, 

Pieilgn'd  their  bloodlefs  fwords,  debas'd  their  pride, 

Their 


Sp          ODES  OF  HORACE.     BOOK  lifi 

Their  backs  to  whips,  their  arms  to  flavifh  cords, 
And  crouch'd  beneath  their  arbitrary  lords  ; 
Who  fold  their  birth  right,  barter'd  liberty, 
To  purchafe  meaner  life  ;—  afraid  to  die. 

"Who  beg'd  for  peace,  amid  the  war, 

Ignobly  of  the  conqueror. 

O,   Carthage  \  juftly  rais'd  more  high, 
On  the  difgrace  of  ruin'd  Italy  \ 

II.       2. 

Thus  fpoke,  and  fixing  on  the  earth  a  furious  look, 
His  wife  and  babes  from  his  embraces  (hook  : 
The  fen  ate  by  his  firm  example  fway'd, 
"With  doubtful  minds  the  dreadful  edict  made. 
Prepar'd  to  leave  his  fwect  domeftic  joys, 
Impending  death  his  dauntlefs  thought  employs  : 
And  while  his  friends  in  vain  control 
The  fteady  purpofe  of  his  foul, 
Through  weeping  crouds  in  hafte  he  ran, 
And  fled  from  Rome,  a  glorious  baniih'd  man> 

n.   3. 

Full  well  he  knew  the  racks  prepared  ; 

The  favage  foe  no  torture  fpar'd  ; 

But  he  inexorable  ftill, 

Preferves  a  firm,   unfhaken  will. 

His  wife  and  boys  he  put  away, 
And  ev'ry  friend  that  would  his  iteps  delay  ; 
Regardlefs  of  their  care. 

As  if,   when  noify  term  was  o'er, 

And  bufy  clients  teaz'd  no  more, 
Chearful  he  hafted  from  the  fmoaky  town, 
Forfook  the  bar,   the  forum,   and  the  gown, 
To  £iir  Tarentum's  feat,  to  breath  the  country  air. 


U 


ODE  VI,     To   THE  ROMANS. 
NHAPPY  offspring  of  a  guilty  race, 
Romans  hard-doom'd  to  bear  your  fires  difgracc  ! 
To  feel  the  vengeance  of  the  Ikies, 
The  power  of  injur'd  Deities  5  'Till 


BOOK  III.     ODES  OF  HORACE,         5*0 

'Till  you  again  with  penitential  hand, 
Rebuild  the  altars  that  their  crimes  profan'd ; 

Replace  their  ftatues  ftain'd  with  fmoke, 

Nor  more  the  angry  God  provoke. 

ly  calmly  yielding  to  their  wife  decrees, 

'is  thus  you  reign  and  tafte  the  fweets  of  cafe ; 

Hence  glory  on  your  labors  wait, 

And  hence  expert  impending  fate  : 
"he  Gods  neglected  thunder  from  above, 
And  all  Hefperia  feels  the  hand  of  Jove. 

The  Parthians  fwift  our  bands  purfu'd, 

And  twice  our  boldeft  troops  fubdu'd  ; 

Twice  from  Mon&fes*  conq'nng  arms  they  fled, 
While  Roman  fpoils  adorn'd  the  victors'  head. 

The  Dacian  taught  with  fatal  art, 

To  whirl  the  well-directed  dart ; 
The  fwarthy  Moor  for  mighty  fleets  renown'd, 
Who  oft  the  ftormy  feas  fo  fearlefs  plough'd, 

Had  nearly  Rome,  proud  Rome  deftroy'd, 

In  ftrife  and  civil  wars  employ'd. 

What  crimes  have  not  this  fruitful  age  produc'd, 
In  wanton  luft  the  nuptial  rites  abus'd  5 

Our  haplefs  offspring  vilely  ftain'd, 

And  ev'nt  facred  tie  profan'd  ! 
From  hence  we  date  the  num'rous  train  of  woes, 
That  from  this  tainted  fource  ill  omen'd  rofe, 

Spreading  infectious  over  Rome, 

And  countries  diftant  far  from  home. 

The  willing  maid,   mature  for  am'rous  joys, 
Her  pliant  limbs  in  obfcene  dance  employs ; 

In  fearch  of  blifs,   abroad  fhe  roves, 

And  revels  in  inceftious  loves. 
The  lufty  fpark  enjoys  the  married  lafs, 
Nor  waits  till  pug  has  ta'en  his  morning's  glafs. 

Seeks  not  the  confcious  fhades  of  night, 

To  fcreen  tne  luicions,  dear  delight. 

So 


9i         ODES  OF    HORACE.     BOOK  III. 

So  fhamelefs  grown,  flie  needs  no  thin  difguife, 
But  acts  the  fcene  before  the  cuckold's  eyes  5 
She  fells  her  proftituted  charms, 
To  fome  rich  Spanifh  captain's  arms. 
The  merchant's  gold  can  buy  the  ready  dame, — 
The  hufband  {hares  the  profits  of  her  fhame  j 
And  will   politely  quit  the  room, 
If  {he  commands,   and  fwcathcarts  come. 

Not  fuch  the  youth  of  fuch  a  motly  brood, 
Who  dy'd  the  main  with  Carthagenian  blood  5 
Who  conquer d  Pyrrbus  in  the  field, 
And  forc'd  Anticchus  to  yield  ; 
Drove  the  proud  Hannibal,  and  all  his  train, 
And  Afric  crufh'd  on  Zama's  fatal  plain  : 
But  hardy  youths,   of  ruftic  mould, 
Intrepid,  gen'rous,   manly,  bold  ; 

UsM  at  a  mother's  arbitrary  will, 
With  heavy  fpade  the  rugged  foil  to  till, 

To  fell  and  homeward  bring  the  wood, 
When  Sol  had  ting'd  the  weftern  flood, 
And  from  the  furface  of  the  ruddy  main, 
His  changing  fhadows  ftrctch'd  along  the  plain ; 
From  yoke  his  weaned  fteers  releafe, 
To  {hare  the  friendly  hour  of  eafe. 

Time  with  deftroying  hand  all  things  impairs, 
Our  fires  have  been  more  criminal  than  theirs  ; 

While  we  in  wickednefs  of  deed 

Our  guilty  anceftors  exceed  : 
The  coming  age  unhappily  will  fee 
A  race  of  men  more  profligate  than  we. 

Each  future  sera  {hall  be  known, 

By  crimes  peculiarly  its  own. 

Philadelphia,    1780. 

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ODE  VII.     To  AST  ERIE. 

\  T7 Why  does  my  fair  djlerie  mourn 
*  *     Her  abfent  Gyges'  wifh'd  return, 

And  weep  beyond  all  meafure  ? 
When  the  firft  favorable  wind, 
Shall  waft  him  to  your  arms  more  kind, 

And  loaded  with  much  treafure. 

By  fcas  and  ftars  drove  far  from  home, 
Confin'd  at  diftant  Oricum, 

He  fpends  whole  days  in  weeping  ; 
Long  winter  nights  he  waftes  in  (ighs, 
Nor  does  his  languid,   blood-lhot  eyes 

E'er  know  the  joys  of  fleeping. 

Mean  while  his  hoftefs    Chloey   tries 
By  arts  and  ftratagems  and  lies 

To  gain  him  for  a  lover  ; 
She  fends  a  pandar  in  her  name, 
To  plead  her  caufe,  and  paint  her  flame. 

And  win  thy  youthful  rover. 

He  tells  how  Pb&drafs  wiley  tears, 
Urg'd  on  her  huiband,   Prcstus\   fears^ 

By  many  feign'd  difgraces  *, 
With  fancied  crimes  to  haften  on 
The  fate  of  chafte  Belleropbon, 

For  flighting  her  embraces. 

He  tells  how  ne?.r  great  Peleus  was 
To  gloomy  (hades  of  Erecusy 

For  (corning  love's  addrefurs; 
Who  fled  the  charming,  willing  fair, 
As  if  unworthy  of  his  CLU-J, 

Nor  met  her  warm  carefks, 

And 


P3          ODES  OF  HORACE.     BOOK  III, 

And  many  more  fuch  tales  as  thefe 
She  tells,  in  hopes,  at  laft  to  pleafc 

The  trueft,  beft  of  fellows  : 
But  all  in  vain  :  he  (lands  the  fhock, 
As  deaf  as   the  Icarian  rock, 

When  lafh'd  by  foaming  billows. 

Then  keep,  my  dear,  thy  tender  heart, 
Left  gay  Enipeqs*  pleafing  art, 

Surprife  it  when  unguarded  ; 
Though  none,  like  him,  can  reign  the  horfe, 
Or  ftem  the  rapid  Tibur's  force, 

By  loud  applaufe  rewarded. 

Shut,  fhut  your  doors  at  evening  {hade, 
Nor  wait  to  hear  the  ferenade, 

Though  he  with  love  is  dying : 
\Vhat,  though  he  fays,  you  cruel  are, 
Still  be  as  cruel  as  you're  fair, 

Still,  lefs  and  lefs  complying. 

Arundel,    1782. 
fcS^3»8S29£8S85|828fi6^^ 

ODE  VIII.     To  M  E  C  M  N  A  S. 

'dddrejjedto  the  Honorable  JOHN   VINING,   Efq.  Mem* 
ler  of  Congrefs for  the  Delaware  State. 

STROPHE. 

WELL  ikill'd  in  either  tongue  to  fpeak, 
The  Roman  idiom  or  the  Greek, 
You  wonder  why  on  Mars' s  feftal  day, 
Unmarried,   I  the  wreath  prepare, 
"With  gayeft  flowers  deck  my  hair, 
And  on  the  living  turf  my  incenfe  lay  ! 
Know  then,  to  Bacchus  I  devote, 

Who  fav'd  me  from  the  falling  tree, 
As  tribute  due  a  milk  white  goat ; 

While  yearly  on  this  day  (hall  be,  A  barrel 


BOOK  III.     ODES  o*  HORACE.          94 

A  barrel  tap'd  with  heady  juice  replete, 
Matur'd  with  fmoke,  lince  Tullus  rui'd  again  the  ftate. 

ANTISTROPHE. 

Come  then  my  friend,   and  for  my  fake, 

An  hundred  brimming  glafTes  take, 
To  mark  the  day  that  fav'd  me  from  the  (hades  : 

Our  lamps  fhall  burn  till  morning  ray 

Refulgent  drives  the  gloom  away, 
"While  neither  care  or  noify  flrife  invades. 

No  more  let  Rome's  affairs  engag* 

Your  patriot  mind,   the  Dacian  bows 

Submiffive  to  our  conq'ring  rage  : 
The  diftant  foe  our  prowefs  knows, 

And  civil  wars  the  hoftile  Medes  employ, 
Taught  by  our  factious  arms  each  other  to  deitroy. 

EPODE. 

Our  antient  foes  the  fans  of  Spain , 
Now  quit  the  long  difputed  field  ; 
The  fierce  Cantabrian  forc'd  to  yield, 
Indignant  groans  beneath  the  galling  chain,' 
The  Parthian  flies,   and  vanquifh'd  now, 

The  hardy  Scythian  feeks  for  eafe; 
Unftrung  prefents  the  inoffenfive  bow, 

An  emblematic  type  of  peace. 
No  more  the  public  weal  your  aid  demands  ; 

Then  why  with  private  cares  diftract  your  brain  ? 
Tis  focial  joy  the  foul  expands, 

And  pleafure  gives  in  lieu  of  pain  ; 
The  prefent  inftant  feize  inprove  the  blifs, 
Nor  let  feverer  cares,  your  generous  mind  diftrcfs* 

Dover,   1785. 

ODE 


5>5          ODES  OF  HORACE.     BOOK  III. 


ODE  IX.     HORACE  AND  LYDIA. 

Dialcgus  eft  de  amoribits  prateritis,   eifdemque  renovandis 
inter  Horatiam  et  Lydiam. 

HORACE. 
VT7HILE  Horace  held  in  thy  dear  heart 

No  inconfiderable  part  ; 
While  none  that  fnow-whitc,  lovely  breaft, 
With  clearer  arms  than  Horace  preft  5 
Not  all  the  monarchs  of  the  eaft, 
Were  half  fo  happy,   half  fo  bleft. 

LYDIA. 

While  Lydia  to  your  foul  was  dear, 
Nor  Chlae's  charms  could  interfere  ; 
Who  then  could  boaft  fo  great  a  name 
As  Lydia  ?  —  who  fo  bright  a  iiame  ? 
Renown'd  in  verfe,   I  flourifh'd  more, 
Than  fhe  who  fam'd  Qtiirinus  bore  . 

:•' 

HORACE. 

For  Chloe  now  I'm  all  on  fire, 
Who  fings  fo  fweet  who  ftrikes  the  lyre 
With  grace  and  ikill,  whofe  afpect  charms 
Our  ravilh'd  fouls,  whofe  beauty  warms, 
Whofe  precious  life  to  ranfom,  —  I 
To  death,   or  Hell,  with  joy,  would  By. 

LTDIA. 

For  old  OrAitbu?  lovely  fon 
The  fprightly  Calais  I  burn, 
Whofe  foul,    a  mutual  paflion  fires, 
Whofe  bofom  glows  with  young  defires  j 
For  whom  two  lives  I'd  give,  to  fare 
His  dearer  body  from  the  grave. 

HORACE. 


BOOK  III.     ODES  OF  HORACE. 

HORACE. 

But  fliould  I  once  (more  wife)  revoke 
My  former  love,  and  wear  thy  yoke  ; 
Should  I  fair  ChloJ s  beauties  fcorn, 
And  for  her  perfon  ceafe  to  burn  : — 
Should  you  once  more  regain  the  field, 
And  Cretan  Chios  force  to  yield. — 

LYDIA. 

Though  he  more  comely  is  by  far, 
More  beauteous  than  the  morning  ftar  ; 
Tho*  you, — mere  cork  in  levity, 
Rougher, than  ftormy  Adria  ; 
Yet  to  thy  arms,  well  pleas'd,  I'd  fly, 
And  with  thee  gladly  live  or  die. 

CHORUS. 

Let  us  then  both  confent  to  love, 
And  tafte  more  blifs  than  Gods  above  \ 
Let  cir'cling  pleafures  crown  each  night, 
Let  each  new  day  give  new  delight; 
May  cares,   and  forrows  ne'er  intrude, 
But  peace  and  joy  our  lives  conclude. 

Col.  Philadelphia,    1770. 


O  D  E  X     To  L  Y  C  E. 

Attempted  in  Englifi  Sapphic. 

THOUGH,  my  dear  Lyce,  drank  of  cold  Tanat's, 
Join'd  to  iome  cruel,  jealous-pated  monfter, 
Sure  you  might  pity,  Horace  on  your  threfhold 
Stretch'd  to  the  north  winds. 

Hark  how  your  gate  creaks  !   how  the  driving  tempeft 
Scowls  o'er  your  villa,   while  the  groves  re-echo  ; 
And  the  bleak  ^Ether,   as  the  flaky  fnow  falls 
Glazes  with  cryftal. 

Such 


97          ODES  OF  HORACE.     BOOK  IIL 

Such  cruel  pride  to  Venus  is  ungrateful  : 
Love  ftill  rejected,   like  the  tide  is  ebbing ; 
Why,  like  U/yJfcs'  ftony  hearted  confort, 

Harfli  to  be  courted  ? 

If  neither  prefents,  join'd  with  fair  entreaties, 
Nor  my  pale  cheeks,   where  glow'd  the  blufliing  rofes, 
Nor  thy  falfe  hufband,  doating  on  a  fongftrefs, 

Bend  thee  to  pity  ! 

Stubborn  as  oaks  are,   or  as  ierpents  cruel ; 
Time  may  relieve  me  from  this  curled  bondage  ; 
Then  I  no  more  ihall  prefs  thy  flinty  threfhold, 

Drench'd  by  the  tempeft. 

Camp,  Nefhamny    Crofs  Roads,    1777. 


ODE  XL.     To  MERCURY. 

to    CHARLES    M'KNIGHT,  Efq.    M:    D. 
Profeffor  of  Anatomy   and  Surgery,   in  Columbia   Col* 
New-Tori. 


RECITATIVE. 

BRIGHT  Hermes  (  who  taught  the  foft  mufic  of  founds 
Who  tutor'd  /imphion  to  charm  the  rude  ilones) 
And  thou  my  fweet  ihell  of  feven  wires  accordant, 
Though  formerly  fimple,   and  harlhly  difcordant  5 
But  now  both  to  Gods  and  to  men  fo  inviting, 
At  feafts  ever  welcome,  in  temples  delighting  ! 

AIR   I.      i. 

Begin  the  foft  the  foothing  ftrain, 
And  w  irm  fair  Lyce's  cold  difdain, 

O  !  melt  her  to  be  kind  ! 
Who,  like  a  filley,  fears  to  yield, 
And  timid  bounds  along  the  field, 

Fleet  as  the  paffing  wind. 

2d.  While 


BOOK  II.     ODES  OF  HORACE. 


While  frifking  round  as  light  as  air, 
She  dreads  the  rider's  weight  to  bear, 

The  curbing  rein  to  prove  ; 
Unable  to  fuftain  the  force, 
The  vig'rous  efforts  of  the  horfe, 

When  rufhing  into  love. 

RECITATIVE. 

Thy  fweet  potent  mufic  the  tygers  obey, 
And  rivers  fwift  flowing  their  courfes  delay  ; 
Can  lead  the  tall  forefts  and  groves  by  a  fpell, 
And  charm,   O,  furprifing  !   the  fierce  dog  of  Hell. 
Like  fpaniel  he  fawn'd,   of  thy  godhead  afraid, 
The  ferpents  hifs'd  harmlefs  around  his  grim  head  ; 
His  mouth  breathing  poifon,   and  flame  tripled  tongue, 
RefigiiM  all  their  rage  at  the  foul  thrilling-fong. 
Ixion  and  Tityos  heard  the  glad  ftrain, 
And  fmil'd,   though  in  anguifh,   tormented  with  pain, 
The  Danaids  enchanted,   flood  lift'ning  hard  by, 
Their  toils  were  fufpended  and  tubs  were  all  dry. 

AIR   II.      i. 

Begin  the  lay,  let  Lyde  hear 
What  pains  thofe  cruel  virgins  bear, 

In  Tartarus  below  ; 
In  endleis  labors  doom'd  to  wafte 
Their  time,   and  fill  the  leaking  calk, 

Which  never  can  overflow. 
For  crimes,   ah  !   dreadful  to  relate  ! 
They  feel  th'  avenging  hand  of  fate, 

And  groan  in  ceafelefs  pain  ; 
Who  in  their  fleeping  hufband's  gore, 
Their  daggers  dip'd  at  midnight  hour, 

And  mi'xd  them  with  the  flain 

RECITATIVE. 

One  bride  remain'd  to  dignify  the  name, 
Worthy  of  Hymen  and  the  nuptial  flame  ; 

Who 


ioo        ODES  OF  HORACE.     BOOK  III. 

Who  nobly  falfe,   her  father  difobey'd,        "| 
And  lives  in  fame's  record  a  glorious  maid,     l> 
Thus  to  her  fleeping  fpoufe  the  virgin  laid,  J 

AIR  III.      i. 

Arife  my  cleared  lord  arife  , 

Left  endlefs  (lumber  clofe  thine  eyes, 

In  one  eternal  night  ! 
From  hands  you  lead  expect  the  deed  ; 
Then  leave  this  guilty  place  with  fpeed, 

And  urge  thy  hafly  flight. 

2d. 

Ah  !   fly  my  vengeful  father's  ire, 
This  horrid  fccne,   thofe  fiders  dire, 

In  curs'd  infernal  mood  ! 
Not  lions  raging  o'er  their  prey, 
Are  half  fo  fierce,   fo  fell  as  they, 

Befmear'd  with  human  blood. 

R.ECITATIVE. 

But  I,   averfe  to  give  the  fatal  blow, 

Bid  you  begone,   and  'fcape  the  merc'lefs  foe. 

AIR   IV.      id. 

My  father  in  anger  may  load  me  with  chains, 
Or  drive  me  afar  to  Numidia's  fcorch'd  plains, 
For  acting  the  part  of  a  true,  loving  wife, 
In  fparing  a  hufband  and  ri(king  my  life. 

2d. 

Then  fpeed  my  dear  Lyncetts  by  night  and  by  day, 
May  Venus  fmile  on  thee,  and  point  out  the  way  5 
May  profperous  omens  thy  pafTagc  await, 
And  love  dill  attending  make  happy  thy  fate  ! 

CHOHUS  3d. 

Still  kindly  remember  thy  wife's  haplefs  doom, 
And  pour  out  thy  griefs  o'er  my  fad  filent  tomb. 

Anmdel,   1786.  ODE 


BOOK  III.     ODES  OF  HORACE.        101 
c$x$x$xg^^ 

ODE  XII.     To  NEOBULE. 

Addrejjed  to  a  Young  Lady  at  Boarding  School* 

HAPLESS  girl,   hard  doom'd  to  pine, 
Without  love,   and  without  wine  I 
Always  trembling  and  in  fear, 
Of  a  guardian's  tongue  fevere  : 
But  wing'd  Cupid  rules  your  heart,      "| 
Heedlefs  of  Minerva's  art,  }•* 

Turns  your  fpindle  to  a  dart.  J 

Hebrus  now  employs  your  mind  ; 
HebruS)   gentle,  brave  and  kind. 
None  with  fuch  athletic  force, 
Knows  to  rein  the  mettled  horfe  ; 
Not  Bcllerophon  cou'd  claim 
Such  dexterity  and  fame. 
When  from  Tiburs  yellow  waves, 
"Where  his  oily  fides  he  laves, 
In  the  circus  he  appears, 
Stronger  than  his  bold  compeers  ; 
Or  with  rapid  fpeed  he  flies, 
Wins  the  race  and  bears  the  prize. 
Now  fwift  bounding  o'er  the  ground?, 
With  the  fatal  dart  he  wounds 
Stags,   that  far  outftrip  the  breeze  ; 
Or  deep  couching  'rnong  the  trees, 
Slays  the  boar  by  quick  furprifc, 
As  in  covert  fnug  he  lies. 

Philadelphia,    1722. 


ODE 


102       ODES  OF  HORACE.     BOOK  IIL 


ODE  XIII.     n  the  FOUNTAIN  of  BLANDUSIA. 

Addr  'efled  to  the  Cool  Spring  belonging  to   Governor  RoD« 
NEY,   Near  Dover. 

O  FOUNTAIN  !   more  tranfparent  far 
Than  cryftal  ;   that  of  wine, 
And  flowers  deferv'ft  the  nobleft  fhare  ; 
A  kid  whofe  horns  juft  fprouting  are, 
Shall  be  to-morrow  thine. 

Both  love  and  combats  he  now  feems 

To  meditate  in  vain  ; 
The  wanton,   when  he  little  deems, 
Shall  with  his  crimfon  blood,   thy  ftreams 

Of  icy  coldnefs  ftain. 

On  thee,   the  dog-days  know  not  how 

Their  fiery  rays  to  dart  : 
To  oxen  wearied  with  the  plough, 
Thou  doft  thy  ftreams  refreshing,   thou 

To  wand'ring  fheep  impart. 

Thou  prince  of  fountains  fhall  commence, 

"While  I  the  beach  tree  iing, 
Which,  lovely  for  its  fhade's  defence, 
Overlooks  thofe  hollow  rocks  from  whence, 

Thy  pratt'ling  waters  fpring. 


ODE  XIV.   On  the  Return  of  AUGUSTUS/™**  Spain. 

Paraphrafed  on  General  WASHINGTON'S   Return  from  Virginia. 

Addr  effect  to    Major  -General   HENRY  KNOX,  late  Com 
mander  of  Artillery,  and  Secretary  at  War,  New-York. 

REJOICE,   Columbia,  for  thy  fon, 
As  great  Alcidcs  did  of  yore, 
"With  laurels  crown'd,   and  fame  in  battles  won, 
P^eturns  victorious  from  Virginia's  fhore  : 

Cornwall** 


BOOK  III.     ODES  OF  HORACE.        103 

Corniuallis  vanquifh'd  and  our  country  fav'd, 
The  grateful  tribute  of  our  joy  demands,          , 

On  ev'ry  heart  his  name's  engrav'd, 

Long  as  th'  united  empire  Hands. 

Chafte  M*****  (hall  embrace  her  fpoufe, 

So  long  detained  by  war's  alarms  ; 
And  to  the  righteous  Heaven  prefer  her  vows,   | 
For  giving  back  her  hero  to  her  arms. 
Her  v/idow'd  *  daughter, ,  beautiful  in  tears, 
Shall  grace  the  fcene,   and  fvvell  the  thankful  train, 

While  aged  matrons  bent  with  years, 

Shall  crowd  the  fupplicated  fane. 

Ye  maids  in  blooming  beauty's  pride, 

Ye  lovely  youths  a  hopeful  race  ! 
Say,  not,   alas  !   your  dear  eft  friends  have  dy'cl, 
Nor  let  a  frown  of  fadnefs  cloud  your  face  : 
This  day  let  mirth  alone  your  fouls  employ, 
Nor,  carelefs,   drop  one  inaufpicious  word, 

But  join  the  great  eclat  of  joy, 

And  hail  Columbia  s  valiant  lord. 

Well  pleas'd  I  give  each  anxious  care, 

To  plotting  knaves  and  coward  fools, 
No  civil  ftrife,  or  foreign  wars  I  fear, 
While  Waflrington  our  conq'ring  army   rules. 
Boy,  bring  us  oil,  and  let  our  heads  be  crown'd 
With  fragrant  wreaths,   go  tap  the  fartheft  pipe, 

If  fuch  a  one  is  to   be  found, 

That  Tcap'd  the  plund'ring  Britons'  gripe. 

Let  Mir  a  come  the  feaft  to  grace, 

With  hair  perfum'd  in  jetty  curl ! 
But  mould  her  porter  teaze  you  with  delays, 
Bid  him  be  damn'd,   and  leave  the  faucy  churl. 

T  NOTT 

died  about  this  time. 


io4       ODES  OF  HORACE.     BOOK  IIL 

Now  creeping  age,  with  venerable  hoar, 
And  fhowy  locks  o'erfhade  my  wrinkled  brows, 
With  love  my  bofom  beats  no  more, 
No  more  my  breaft  with  anger  glows. 

Such  flights  I  was  not  wont  to  bear, 
When  yoimg,  I  followed  Mars'  's  trade  ; 
Whenln  the  field  I  bore  the  warlike  fpear, 
The  fword,  the  epaulet  and  fpruce  cockade. 

'Philadelphia,    1782. 


ODE  XV.     To    C  H  L  O  R  I  S, 

THOU  wife  of  Ilictts,   the  poor, 
'Tis  time  to  give  intrigueing  o'er, 
And  ceafe  to  be  a  common  whore, 

So  rueful  ! 

It  ill  becomes  fuch  batter'd  jades, 
Now  old,  and  verging  to  the  iliades, 
To  fri£k  about  with  wanton  maids, 

And  youthful* 

Bright  ftars  and  clouds  but  ill  agree  j 
What  fuits  the  lively  Pholoe 
Believe  me   Chhris,   is  in  thee 

Stark  madnefs  ; 

Such  joys,  your  daughter  may  require  ; 
*Tis  hers  to  ftorm  the  fleeping  fquire, 
While  love  and  wine  her  foul  infpire, 

With  gladnefs* 

Lcw'd  as  a  goat,  fhe  roves  about, 
To  find  her  fav'rite  cully  out  : 
For  thee,-—  thy  hands  will  never  fuit 

The  fpinnet. 

Go 


BOOK  III.     ODES  OF  HORACE.        105 

Go  weave  ! — for  nought  can  e'er  beflow, 
The  rofe  to  bloom,   or  bid  to  floAv 
The  fragrant  hogfliead,   that  has  no — * 
Thing  in  it. 

New- York,    1776. 

ODE  XVI.     To  MEC-ffiNAS. 

Addreffed  to  the  Hon.  Col.  THOMAS  RODNEY,  Efqitire, 
Member  of  Congrefs  for  the  Delaware  fate,  Poplar 
Grove,  near  Dover. 

A  BRAZEN  tower,  with  doors  prepared 
Of  mafly  fubflance  and  a  guard 
Of  watchful  dogs  xvithout ; 
By  vain  Acrijius  were  fuppos'd 
Enough,   his  Danae  (there  enclos'd) 
To  fcreen  from  danger,  and  gallants  keep  out. 

But  Venus  with  a  fcornful  air, 
Derides  the  jealous  father's  care  ; 
As  knowing  well,  the  power 
Of  money  nothing  couid  withftand, 
That  Jove  free  entrance  could  command, 
When  metamorphos'd  to  a  golden  fhower. 

Gold  will,   amid  arm'd  cent'nels  frray, 
Through  rocks,  impetuous  force  its  way  : 

And  you  refift  as  well 
A  clap  of  thunder  ;   love  of  gain, 
Caus'd  Amphiraus  to  be  ilain, 
With  all  the  mifchicfs  which  that  houfe  befel. 

The  Macedonian  prince,   the  gates 
Of  cities  burft,  and  rival  ftates, 

Embroiling 


io6        ODES  OF  HORACE,     BOOK  III. 

Embroiling  every  where, 
With  bribes  fubverted  ;   bribes  maintain 
Their  empire  o'er  the  boift'rous  main, 
And  rough  fea* captains  with  their  baits  enfnarc, 

Of  money,   the  cncreafmrr  ftore, 
Care  follows,   and  a  thirft  for  more. 

I  did,   with  reafon,   dread, 
Mecanas,   thou  whofe  fhining  fame 
Adds  luftre  to  the  equeftrian  name  ! 
On  high  to  lift  up  my  confpicuous  head. 

The  more  a  man,   himfelf  before 
Denies,   of  Heaven  he'll  gain  the  more. 

I,  renegade  forfake 
The  party  of  the  great,   thatgflows 
In  riches,   and  myfelf  to  thofe 
Who  nothing  covet,  joyfully  betake  : 

With  this  fo  mean  defpis'd  eftate, 
Of  mine,  I  live  more  truly  great, 

Than  if  I  could  procure, 
From  all  thofe  lands    th'  Apulian  ploughs 
Unwearied,  in  my  barn  to  houfe 
The  vaft  increafe,   amid  abundance, — poor. 

A  grove's  fweet  cover,   riv'Iets  clear, 
And  fields  that  fail  not  ev'ry  year, 

With  promis'd  wealth  to  crown 
My  wifhes,   me  true  joys  afford  ; 
Joys,  to  that  mighty  prince,  the  lord 
Of  fertile  Afric,   perfectly  unknown. 

Though  no  Caiabrian  bees,   when  fprinp; 
Invites,   to  me  their  honey  bring  ; 


Though 


BOOK  III.     ODES  OF  HORACE.        107 

Though  in  my  vefTel,  —  no 
Choice  Formian  wines  a  mellowing  be, 
Nor  goodly  fleeces  do  for  me 
In  rich  and  fruitful  gallic  paftures  grow  : 

Yet  prefiing  want  is  to  my  door 

A  Granger  ;   nor  fhould  I  aik  more, 

Would  you  to  give  refufe. 
I,  by  contracting  my  defire, 
A  nobler  income  fhall  acquire, 
Than  e'er  could  flatter  my  ambitious  views  5 

Should  Phrygian  fields  to  Lydia  join 
Contiguous,   and  both  realms  be  mine  ; 

To  men,   that  much  demand, 
Will  much  be  wanting.      Happy  thofe, 
On  whom  the  all-  wife  God  beftows 
"What  is   fufficient,  with  a  fparing  hand, 


ODE  XVII.     J£  L  I  U  S    LAMIA.. 

Addrejfed  to  HENRY  WARD,   Efq.  Governor's  Secretary^ 
Rhode-IJland. 

FROM  Lamus  anceftor  of  kings, 
^Elius,   thy  fplendid  lineage  fprings  ; 
Whofe  name,   whofe  pedigree  and  line, 
Through  fame's  illuftrious  annals  fhine  : 

(In  pureft  ftreams  thy  blood  runs  down, 
From  him  \vho  fllFd  the  Formian  throne  ; 
Who  rul'd,   where  Liris  gently  pours, 
And  waters  fair  Marica's  fliores.) 

To-morrow's  eaftern  ftorms  mall  fpread 
The  furface  of  the  main  with  weed  ; 
And  through  the  forefts  clam  the  leaves, 
Unlefs  the  aged  crow  deceives. 

Then 


ODES  OF  HORACE.     BOOK  ill. 


Then  while  you  may,   pile  high  the  fire, 
With  gen'rous  wine,   your  foul  infpire  j 
The  fatted  fwine  propitious  flay, 
And  give  your  flaves  an  holiday. 

Camp  at  White  Marfh,    1777. 


ODE  XVIII.     To   FAUNUS. 

'Addreffed    to    Lieut  'CJT  ant-Colonel  JOHN   FiTZGERALD, 

dlexandriay  Virginia. 

BRISK  Faunus,  who  loves  the  gay  Naids  to  chafe  ! 
If  yearly  to  thee,   on  thy  feftival  days,    % 
A  kid  ftain  thy  altars,   and  goblets  of  wine, 
(To  Venus  delighting)   are  pour'd  on  thy  ihrine  : 
And  fweet  fmelling  incenfe  with  fmoke  fills  the  air,  —  • 
Propitious  attend  to  thy  votary's  prayer  ! 
*'   O'er  my  fields  traverfe  gently,  my  fair  funny  farm, 
And  kindly  defend  my  young  cattle  from  harm." 
My  flocks  lightly  gambol  along  the  green  plain  ; 
And  when  cold  December  returns  thee  again, 
To  fports  and  to  plays  fee  the  villagers  run, 
Their  oxen  unyok'd  and  their  labours  all  done. 

Among  the  fierce  wolves  fee  my  lambs  boldly  ftray; 
The  trees  leafy  honors  are  ftrew'd  in  thy  way  ; 
The  peafant  well  pleas'd  that  his  work  is  all  o'er, 
Now  fports  on  the  foil  that  he  labour'd  before. 

Arundel,   March  12,    1782. 


ODE  XIX.     To  T  E  L  E  P  H  U  S. 

Addreffed  to  Major  WILLIAM    Po  P  H  A  M  ,  M.  M.  Couti- 
feilor  of  La<w>   New-York. 

OW  many  years  divide  the  reign 
Of  Codrus,  for  his  country  flaio,  From, 


H 


BOOK  II.     ODES  OF   HORACE. 

"From  Inachus  of  antient  days  ; 
Where  rul'd  the  great  ./Eacides  : 
Or  when  proud  Troy  to  ruin  fell 
By  grecian  arms,  —  you  know  to  tell. 

But  where  to  buy  the  oldeft  wine, 
At  whofe  expence  we  next  {hall  dine  ; 
Who  fhall  the  warming  bath  prepare,      ~J 
And  mitigate  the  winter's  air  ?  ^ 

Of  thefe,   my  friend,   you  ignorant  are.    j. 
A  glafs  to  new-born  Luna  pour, 
Another  to  the  midnight  hour  ; 
A  third,   is  good  Murcenas  due, 
Then  let  the  bumpers  gaily  flow. 
Let  nine  our  utmoft  limits  be, 
But  never,   never  lefs  than  three  ; 
The  bard,  mafonic  rules  will  chufe, 
He  drinks  a  glafs  to  ev'ry  mufe. 

The  grace,  with  naked  fitters  join'd, 
(Left  quarrels  (hould  enflame  the  mind, 
And  madnefs  revel  o'er  the  bowl) 
To  three  confines  the  chearful  foul. 
Why  hang  the  lyre  and  pipe  alone, 
Nor  breathes  the  flutes  melodious  tone  ? 
I  hate  all  dull,  abftemious  flaves, 
Who  niggard  do  their  work  by  halves. 
Come  fcatter  rofes  on  the  floor  ! 
And  let  our  neighbour  at  next  door, 
(So  illy  match'd  with  fuch  a  fair) 
Lycus,  the  doating  fumbler  hear 
The  table  roar  with  heartfelt  joy, 
And  burft  with  envy  at  the  noiie. 
Thee,   beauteous  with  thy  flowing  hair, 
And  bright  as  vefpers'  ruddy  ftar, 
Fair  Chloe  loves,  while  hapleis  I, 
For  cruel  Giycera,  continuing  die. 


Arundel,    1787, 

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—       •'^BjS'vJSi1  —  ==-  — 

ODE  XX.     To  PYRRHUS. 

Addreffed  to  Captain  FRANClsREVELEY,   of  Ma  rylaiid. 

WHAT  dangers,   Pyyrhus,  you  attempt, 
When  you  would  fteal  a  ly'nefs'  whelp  ! 
For  foon  you  fhall  the  ravifh'd  prey  releafe 
And  fly  inglorious  from  the  place. 

She  with  wild  fury  fparkling  in  her  eye, 
Through  crowds  of  lovers  fliall  indignant  fly, 

To  feek  her  fav'rite  boy,  while  you 
Refign  your  prey,  nor  dare  to  ftand  the  foe. 

Or  if,  with  bow,  you  urge  the  fight, 
She  whets  her  dreadful  tufks  to  bite  ; 
And  he  who  fhould  confer  the  doubtful  prize, 
Sits  unconcern'd  with  wandring  eyes. 

His  beauteous  locks,   gay  floating  in  the  wind, 
In  wanton  ringlets  carelefs  play  behin'd  ; 

Like  Nereus,   or  the  lovely  boy, 
Whom  Jove  convey'd  from  Idas  hills,  and  Troy. 

Parfimmon  Grove,    1782. 
888eK^ 


ODE  XXI.     To   HIS   CASK. 


Addreffcd  to   Lieutenant    Colonel  M.    RYAN,    Richmond, 


Virginia, 


COME,  my  good  cafe  of  mellow  wine, 
Whofe  age  exaflly  numbers  mine, 
When  Maniiits  f.U'd  the  coniul'3  chair  ! 
Whether  with  ftrife  vou  pregnant  arc, 

With 


BOOK  III.     ODES  OF  HORACE.        in 

V»rith  quarrels,  or  with  fportive  mirth, 

Or  to  impetuous  love  give  birth  ; 

Or  free  from  care,   and  free  from  pain, 

To  flumber  lull  the  toper's  brain  ;  — 
—  Though  for  fome  chofen  feftival  replete, 
Thy  mailic  juice  muft  flow  to  grace  the  treat. 

Csrviftus,  noble  friend  of  mine, 

Deferves  thy  fmootheft,   richeft  wine  ; 

Who,  though  he  reafons  o'er  the  bowl, 

Yet  loves  a  cup  to  chear  his  foul  : 

And  Cata's  virtue,  it  is  faid, 

Shone  brighter  with  a  glafs  of  red. 

You  whet  the  blockhead,  and  infpire, 

His  fleeping  genius,   with  thy  fire  ; 
The  grave  and  wife,  unlock  their  breafts  to  thce, 
And  fprightly  Bacchus  fets  all  fecrets  free. 

You  give  us  hope  amid  difpair, 
And  footh  the  wretch  oppreft  with  care  : 
The  beggar,  when  thy  influence  warms, 
Nor  heeds  proud  kings'  or  foldiers'  arms. 
Then  Bacchus  come,    and  Venus  too  ! 
(If  Venus  fmiling  comes  with  you) 
And  let  the  graces,  feldom  twain, 
Increafe  the  joy-infpiring  train  : 

The  living  taper  iliall  prolong  our  ft  ay, 

Till  orient  Phoebus  chafe  the  ftars  away. 

Baltimore,    1785. 


ODE    XXII.     To    DIANA. 

MYSTERIOUS  queen,  who  ever  loves 
_  The  mountain  tops,  and  breezy  groves, 

Who  kindly,  when  invoiced,    removes 
The  teeming  matron's  pain  ! 
U 


ii2        ODES  OF   HORACE.     BOOK 

The  pine  that  fhades  my  ville,  —  be  thine  ; 
And  at  thy  confecrated  fhrine, 
Shall  bleed  the  fide-long  wounding  fwine, 
And  all  thy  altars  ftain. 

Clover  Hill,   April  29,    1781. 


ODE  XXIII.     To  P  H  I  D  Y  L  E. 

Addr  effect  to  a  Yning  Lady,   a  fanatic  of  the  Metbodijl  So-< 

ciety. 

IF  ruftic  Phidylc,}  with  hands  fupine, 
At  each  new-moon,  her  gifts  prepare  ; 
If  for  her  houfhold  gods  flie  flays   a  fwine, 

And  fruits,  with  incenfe,  folemnize  the  prayer  ;  — 

No  fouthern  winds  fhall  blaft  her  tender  vines, 
Nor  fhall  the  barren   rud  her  harvefts  blight  ; 

Nor  rip'ning  autumn,   as  the  year  declines, 
With  fell  difeafe  her  riling  flocks  affright. 

But  let  thofe  herds,   devoted  to  the  gods, 

Who  range  the  groves  of  fnow-cap'd  Algidon  j 

Or  crop  the  grafs  in  fair  Albania's  woods,  — 
Diftain  the  pontiff's  axe,   and  fins  atone. 

Nor  do  the  little  houfehold  gods  clefire 

The  fplendid  pomp  of  ilaughter'd  facrifice  : 

Some  cryftal  drops,   are  all  that  they  require, 
A  crown  of  myrtle  will  appeafc  the  Ikies. 

If  but  a  little  fait,   and  pious  cake, 

Offer'd  by  frugal  hands,  that  knov/  no  guilt  ; 
The  Gods,  well-pleas'd,   fuch  humble  gifts  will  take, 

When  blood  of  hecatombs  is  vainly  fpih. 

Amadel,  March  15,   1782. 

ODE 


BOOK  III.     ODES  OF  HORACE.        113 


ODE  XXIV.     AGAINST  MISERS. 

i 

Addrejjed  to  all  Speculators,   both  Civil  and  Military. 

THOUGH  you  the  fpicy  ftores  could  boaft, 
Of  fair  Arabia's  fragrant  coaft, 

Or  fam'd  Golcondas  gems  pofleft, 

Great  Hyder's  wealth,  and  all  the  eaft  ; 

Although  you  fill  the  fpacious  feas, 

With  ftately  domes  and  palaces  : 

Yet  when  remorfelefs  fate  commands, 

And  clinches  faft  her  iron  hands, 
No  arts  from  fear,   the  timid  mind  can  fave, 
Or  fnatch  the  feeble  body  from  the  grave. 

Far  happier  is  the  Indian's  lot, 

"Who  wanders  from  his  wigwam  cot ; 

"Whofe  meatlefs  grounds  each  year  produce 

Sufficient  corn  for  nature's  ufe  ; 

Then  leaves  hii  fields  and  fmoaky  home, 

To  ferve  for  thofe  who  next  may  come  : 

Stranger  to  fcience  and  to  fchools, 

He  knows  no  law  but  martial  rules, 
And  free  as  air,   with  tomahawk  in  hand, 
Can  range  the  forefts  and  explore  tne  land. 

No  arts  deftroy  the  hopeful  child, 

Or  venom,  by  a  ftep  dame  fili'd ; 

She  kindly  takes  the  mother's  place, 

And  tends  with  care  the  infant  race  : 

No  wife,   prefuming  on  her  dower, 

AfTumes  the  man's  acknowledg'd  power, 

Nor,  vain  of  beauty  and  of  charms, 

Receives  a  ftranger  to  her  arms  : 
Hears  with  contempt  the  foul-feducing  tale, 
Nor  can  the  gallant's  tender  fuit  prevail. 

Far 


j  14        ODES  OF  HORACE.     BOOK  III. 

Far  difPrent  thoughts  her  bread  infpire, 

She  boafts  the  virtue  of  her  lire, 

Which  has  from  ages,   taintlefs  flood, 

And  fvvells  the  current  of  her  blood. 

No  other  portion  fhe  inherits 

Buft  chaftity  and  all  its  merits  ; 

With  modeft  face,   and  honell  heart, 

She  fhuns  the  fly  feducer's  art, 
Regards  no  bleffing  like  a  fpotlefs  name, 
And  fudden  dea,th  prefers,   to  certain  fhame. 

Where  is  the  patriot  fam'd  for  peace, 

Who  dares  bid  civil  difcord  ceafe  ? 

If  he  would  wiih  to  carve  his  name 

On  pedeftals  of  endlefs  fame  •, 

That  future  times  may  found  his  praife, — 

Let  him  the  feeds  of  vice  erafe  : 

The  caufe  removM  th'  effects  are  o'er, 

And  civil  ftrife  fhall  be  no  more. 
Then  (hall  our  riflng  children,   one  and  all^ 
Him,    Mighty  Father  cf  his  Country,   call. 

Though  living  worth  neglected  lies, 

Conceal'd  in  envy's  black  difguife, 

We  afterwards  lament  it  fled, 

And  mourn  each  honor'd  patriot  dead. 

But,   what  do  fad  complaints  avail, 

Since  juftice  holds,  in  vain,  the  fcale  ? 

Shrinks  from  the  charge,  as  if  afraid, 

And  lets  the  villain  'fcape  her  blade  : 
What  then  are  laws,   but  pageantry  of  ftate, 
Unleis  to  awe  the  guilty  and  the  great  ? 

Since  neither  Guinea  s  burning  coaft, 

Or  Zemllay   bound  in  fnows  and  froft, 

Can  fright  the  merchant  from  the  feas, 

Or  cure  his  fordid  avarice. 

'Tis  poverty,    ah,   dire  difgracc  ! 

Stiil  urpes  on  the  vicious  race  \  T'  accumulate 


BOOK  III.     ODES  CF  HORACE.         115 

T"  accumulate  the  glitt'ring  ftore, 

"We  tempt  all  dangers  o'er  and  o'er, 
Tor  that,  the  paths  of  honefty  we  fly, 
And  fhun  the  road  that  leads  us  to  the  iky. 

Then  let  our  fordid  wealth  be  laid 

On  freedoms  flirine, — fhe  calls  for  aid  ; 

Beftow  it  in  our  country's  caufe, 

The  world  {hall  greet  us  with  applaufe  : 

Or  plunge  beneath  th'  Atlantic  flood 

That  curfed  bane  to  every  good. 

But,   if  remorfe  our  bofoms  {hare, 

Uprooted  then,   the  evil  tear  : 
Let  manly  exercife  our  youth  infpire, 
And  virtuous  ientiments  their  genius  fire. 

But,  now  each  fop,  elate  with  pride, 
Is  ignorant,    e'en  how  to  ride  ; 
"Would  fooner  fit  confmYl  in  ftocks, 
Than  mount  the  fteed  to  hunt  the  fox  : 
The  cards  and  dice  his  fancy  draw, 
And  ev'ry  vice  forbid  by  law  : 
The  *  cannon-game  he  knows  full  well, 
Yet  cannot  read,  nay,    cannot  fpell  : 
!an  break  a  lamp,   or  ftorm  a  peaceful  door, 
tavern  bilk,   and  difcipline  a  whore. 

Mean  time,   old  Square-Toes  gathers  pelf, 

And  ftarves  his  family  and  felf ; 

Purfues  each  trade,   though  contraband, 

"Will  turn  to  ev'ry  art  his  hand, 

Would  cheat  his  partner,   hoft,  or  friend, 

For  this  unworthy  heir  to  fpend  : 

But,  though  his  wealth,   ill-gotten,  lies 

In  fplendid  heaps  to  feaft  his  eye*!, 
One  jewel  frill  he  wants  to  crown  the  whole, — 
Content  of  mind  and  innocence  cf  foul. 

ODE 

*   A  gs;tT>e  at  biliiarJs  p'ayeJ  with  three  tails. 


1 1 <$       ODES  OF   HORACE.     BOOK  III. 

CJ^PC^ 

ODE    XXV.     To  BACCHUS. 

AddreJJed  to  FRANCIS  JOHNSTON,  Efqnire,  late  Colonel 
Commandant  in  the  army9  Receiver  Goneral  of  the  Land" 
Office-  Philadelphia. 

AY,  whither  docs  the  godhead  hurry  me, 
Full  of  thy  raving  Deity  ? 

Through  what  iiquefterd  grove, 
.     Or  darkfome  cavern  muft  I  rove, 

With  Bacchanalian  rage  infpir'd, 
Such  rage  as  ne'er  before  my  bo  (bin  iir'd  ? 

From  what  lone  grotto  (hall  I  raife 

My  voice,   in  mighty  Ctefar's  praife  ; 
Piefplendant,  fhining  'mong  the  flars  above, 
And  join'd  in  council  with  almighty  Jove  ? 

A  lofty  theme,  my  lyre  would  chufe, 
Untouch'd  by  any  other  daring  Mufe. 
Starting  from  fleep,   fwift  o'er  the   mountain's  height, 

The  mad'ning  prieftefs  takes  fcer  flight  : 

With  wonder  views  the  Thracian  fnows, 

And  where  the  frigid  Hebrtis  flows, 
And  Rhodope  his  tow'ring  head  difplaysj 
Where  rude  Barbarians  dance  to  ruder  lays. 
Like  her,   my  raptur'd  foul  would  fondly  rove 
O'er  cliffs,   and  pierce  the  folitary  grove. 

0  thou,   who  rul'ft  the  frantic  Naid  train  ! 

Who,   fir'dbythee, 

Tear  from  the  ground  thj  uprooted  tree, 
Nor  dart  the  quiv'ring  javelin  in  vain  ! 
No  common  founds  reverberate  from  my  firing, 
All  is  fublime,    immortal  that  I  fing. 
"  In  great  attempts,  'tis  glorious  e'en  to  fall,'* 

1  follow  boldly,   at  great  Bacchus'*  call : 

What  dangers  can  my  foul  difmay, 
When  you,  crown'd  with  the  blufhing  grape  point  out 

Arundd,   March  I  5,    1782.  [the  way. 

ODE 


BOOK  III.     ODES  OF  HORACE.         117 


ODE  XXVI.     To  VENUS. 

PARAPHRASED. 

\  T  71TH  laurels  crown'd  and  juft  applaufe, 
^  *      A  veteran  in  beauty's   caufe, 
My  conquefts,   arms,   and  harp  I  yield, 
And  ever  ufelefs  quit  the  field. 
Incapable  of  amours  now, 
Before  thy  ihrine,   I  humbly  bow  ; 
Since  fprightly  manhood,   time  deftroys^ 
And  nips  the  vigour  of  our  joys  ; — 
Attend  fweet  Paphian  Deity, 
O  !   grant  this  prayer  before  I  die  ! 
Let  haughty  Chloe  feel  thy  arm, 
Difrobe  her  face  of  ev'ry  charm  ; 
Inflame  her  foul  with  lewd  defires, 
And  never  quench  her  letch'rous  fires, 
Curfe  her  with  war.tonefs  in  years, — 
Diftract  her  mind  with  hopes  and  fears  : 
Humble  the  coquette  to  a  bawd, 
That  I  thy  goodaefs  may  applau'cl. 

New-Caftle,    1773. 

ODE  XXVII.      To  GALATEA. 

T     ET  horrid  omens  on  the  guilty  wait, 

&_^  The  rav'ning  fox,  the  fierce  Lanuvian  wolf, 

The  pregnant  bitch,  and  noify  chatt'ring  jay 

ConJpire  to  terrify  his  foul. 
Let  ferpents,  fwift  as  arrows,   fide  long  pafsj 
And  make  his  ftced,    afFrightcJ,  fly  the  way. 
For  lu  whole  breait  no  confcious  terror  knows, 

Should  never  daub:  the  fmiling  Ikies. 

When 


nS        ODES*  OF  HORACE.     BOOK  III. 

When  orient  Phoebus  puints  the  glowing  eaft, 
I'll  hail  the  raven  e'er  he  fpeeds  his  flight 
To  lazy  ponds,   and  bid  the  crow  forbear 

To  croak  impending  winds  and  rain. 
May   Galatea  ev'ry  bleffing  meet, 
Where'er  me  goes  ;   yet  mindful  of  her  friends  •, 
For  now  no  boding  pye,-  or  vagrant  crow, 

Obftrucls  her  paffage  o'er  the  main. 
Yet  fee  what  ftorms  Orion's  fitting  ftar 
Portends  !    too  well  the  treach'rous  windc  I  know 
Have  felt  the  fury  of  their  rending  blufts, 

And  all  the  rage  of  Adria. 
But  may  the  wives  and  children  of  our  foes, 
When  black'ning  feas  and  fouthern  tempefts  rife, 
Difplay  their  canvafs  to  the  driving  wind 

That  lafh  the  billows  on  the  fhore. 
When  on   the  fnow- white  bull  Europa  rode, 
Nor  knew  that  Jove's  imperial  back  fhe  pi  eft, 
The  vent'rous  maid  beheld,   with  pale  furprife, 

The  rolling  monfters  of  the  deep. 
'Twas  late  fhe  travers'd  o'ei  the  flow'ry  meads, 
And  pluck'd  fweet  garlands  for  her  fifter  nymphs, 
Now  {lie  beholds  nought  but  the  gloomy  waves 

Around,    and  t\v inkling  ftars  above. 
Soon  as  fhe  reach'd  the  fliore,   where  proudly  rile 
An  hundred  cities, — thus  the  maid  exclaims, 
"  O  !    my  loft  fire  !    O,   daughter  moft  undone  ! 

By  this  accurfed  paffion  loft  ! 

From  whence  ?    or  where  ?    and  can  one  death  atone 
For  crimes  like  mine  ?    a  virgin's  tainted  fame  f 
Or  do  I  waking  thus  deplore  my  fault  ? 

Or  does  a  vain  delufive  dream, 
'Efcap'd  the  iv'ry  gate  of  genth  ficep, 
Deceive  my  thought,   and  whifper  I  am  pure  ? 
Ah  !  why  did  i  the  flow'ry  me:»ds  fovfoke 

And  trull  to  faithkfs  feas  my  life  ? 
O  !    who  will  give  this  mor.fter  to  my  power, 
That  in  my  r.icre  I  uv.iy  dcftroy  that  form, 

And 


BOOK  III.     ODES  ofr  HORACE.         i 

And  break  thofe  fliining  horns,   which  late,  alas  ! 

Infpir'd  with  horrid  love  my  foul  ? 
Abandon'd  wretch,    my  houfhold  gods  I  fly, 
Abandon'd  live,   yet  tremble  at  the  grave  { 
O,    mighty  Gods  !    attentive  hear  my  cries, 

This  naked  flefh  let  lions  tear  ! 
E'er  on  my  face  deforming  wrinkles  fpread, 
Or  meagre  palenefs  wafte  my  youthful  bloom, 
While  on  my  cheeks  the  blufliing  rofes  glow, 

Let  hungry  tygers  lick  my  blood. 
Methiaks  I  hear  my  abfent  father  fay, 
'>s  Make  hafte,   unhappy  wretch  to  meet  thy  fate  5 
That  bending  a(h  a  pendant  death  will  give, 

Thy  girdle  can  fupply  a  noofe  : 
Or  if  thou  lift,    rufh  headlong  from  the  fteep, 
And  fearlefs  dare  the  pointed  rocks  below, 
Plunge  in  the  gulph, — there  expiate  thy  crimes, 

Nor  meanly  live  a  foreign  (lave, 
A  fordid  whore  to  fome  Barbarian  lord, 
Whole  veins  nowboaft  the  blood  of  mighty  kings." 
While  thus  fhe  rav'd,   the  queen  of  foft  defires, 

And  Cupid,   with  his  bow  unbent, 
AddrefTed  the  fair  j — firft  tamper'd  with  her  grief, 
Then  bid  her  rage  no  more  ;   for  foon,  fhe  cries^ 
This  hated  bull  whofe  horns  you  wifh  to  tear, 

Shall  quiet  to  thy  mercy  yield. 
Forego  thy  fighs,   for  thou  art  wife  to  Jove  ; 
Then  learn  thy  mighty  deftiny  to  bear  : 
The  nobleft  part  of  this  terreftial  world, 

Shall  glory  in  Europe?*  name. 


Arundel,    1782. 


ODE 


120        ODES  OF  HORACE.     BOOK  HI. 


ODE    XXVIII.     To    LTD  E. 

Imitated.  —  A  ddr  effect  to  the    Honorable   Colonel  SAM  U  EE 
WYLLIS,   Hartford,   Connecticut. 

HOW  can  you  better  pafs  the  day 
Than  tune  the  merry  vocal  lay, 
And  tap  the  fartheft  barrel  ? 
That  calk,  whofe  date  upon  the  hoop, 
Plainly  records,    our  foes  did  ftoop, 

When  France  efpous'd  our  quarrel. 

But  let  us  in  our  cups  be  wife, 
As  well  as  merry,  I'd  advife, 

Nor  de  leant  on  the  times  : 
But  leave  our  betters  to  themfelves 
And  never  be  fuch  fooliih  elves, 

To  prate  on  ftatefmen's  crimes. 

See,  how  the  fun  drives  tow'rd  the  weft, 
Come,  fir,  prepare  the  jovial  feaft, 

And  fpread  the  plenteous  board  ; 
Bring  out  your  beef  and  fatted  capon, 
Your  Gloiler  cheefe  and  Kentifh  bacon, 

Explore  each  fecret  hoard. 

And  Tom  fhall  dance,   and  Poll  fhall  fing, 
With  loud  huzzas  the  hall  fhall  ring, 

And  nought  but  mirth  be  feen  ; 
We'll  drown   our  forrows,  banifh  care, 
We'll  bid  adieu  to  dull  defpair, 

And  melancholy  fpleen. 

From  elbow-chair,  you  plac'd  upon, 
Shall  toaft  our  fav'rite  Wafiington^ 

Pleas'd  with  this  wifh'd  for  motion, 
That  Howe,   and  all  his  bloody  train 
Of  Britijh  rogues,   were  fafe  again, 

On  th'  other  fide  the  ogvan. 

ODE; 


BOOK  III.     ODES  OF  HORACE.         121 


ODE  XXIX.     To  MEG  -/EN  AS, 

I. 

ENNOBLED  by  the  blood  of  ancient  kings, 
<    Which  undenTd  from  fair  Etruria  fprings 
Sco3*n  not   my  humble  fare  to  tafte, 
But  come,  my  lord,  to  grace  the  feaft. 
.   A  eafk  that  never  felt  the  broach, 
Impatient  waits  for  thy  approach  : 
Already  I  the  wreath  prepare, 
Of  blooming  rofes  to  adorn  thy  hair  : 

For  thee,  my  fragrant  oil  fhall  flow? 
And  all  its  fweet  Erluvia  beftow  : 

II. 

Then  break  away  from  ev'ry  joy, 

That  Tibur's  marfhy  profpcct  yields, 
Or  ^Efula's  declining  fields  : 
To  day  let  other  thoughts  your  mind  employ  : 
Nor  always  view  the  mountain's  airy  pride 
Of  impious  Telagon  the  Parafide. 

III. 

From  thy  too  cloying  plenty  hafte, 
And.  entertainments  that  afford  no  tafce  : 
Thy  palace  leave  that  feems  to  bruili  the  clouds, 

The  fplendid  domes  that  proudly  rife, 

And  vainly  emulate  the  Ikies  : 
Forego  the  inceflant  noife  of  prefiing  crowds, 
Th'  eternal  buz  of  merchandize  and  care, 
The  fmoaky  town  and  its  corrupted  nh*. 


The  country  cot,  and  homely  treat,  ""] 

Where  ev'ry  di(h  is  plain  and  neat 

Have  fgmetimes  plcas'U  the  wealthy  great. 


Where 


122 


ODES  OF  HORACE.     BOOK   IIT. 


Where  no  gay  purple,  brilliant  as  the  morn, 
Or  gaudy  carpeting  the  floors  adorn, 
But  peace  with  poverty  combin'd, 
Smooths  the  rough  brow  of  care,   and  calms  the  mind. 

V. 

Now  Cepl:eus  rifes  in  the  northern  iky, 
The  firian  ftar 
Barks  from  afar  ; 
The  fun  is  in  the  Lion  mounted  high, 

And  each  returning  day, 
He  fends  abroad  his  Icorching  beams, 
Burns  vip  the  ground,   and  dries  the  languid  flreams, 
With  his  too  fervid  ray. 

VI. 

The  fbepherd  now  with  heat  opprefr, 
Unable  to  fuilain  the  fiery  fhock, 
Flies  to  the  river  with  his  fainting  flock  ; 

While  other  Sy Ivans  from  the  glades, 

Retiring,    ftek  the  breezy  fhades, 

And  court  the  tranquil  fcene  of  reft. 

Its  banks  the  lilent  water  laves, 
While  not  a  bieath  of  wind  curls  o'er  the  waves, 

VII. 

But  you  the  public  good  alone  can  fix, 

Forever  plung'd   in  P.oman  politics. 
With  watchful  care  you  patient  wait 
The  movements  of  each  foreign  ftate  ; 

What  Eactrlan  Cyrus   threatens  from  afar, 

And  where  the  premeditate  the  war  ; 

What  Scyihlnfis  do,   who  dwell  on  Tanaii  flood, 

Or  fierce  Sarmat'ians^   prodigal  of  blood. 

VIII. 

"  The  wary  Gods  lock  up  in  cells  of  night 
Future  events,   and  laugh  at  mortals  here, 

If  they  to  pry  into  'cm  take  delight, 

If  they  too  much  prefurae,   or  too  much  ficar. 

O,  min  \ 


BOOK  III.     ODES  OF  HORACE.        123 

O,  man  !   for  thy  fhort  fpace  below, 
Enjoy  thyfelf,   and  what  the  Gods  beftow. 

IX. 

Unequal  fortunes  here  below  are  fhar'd, 
Life  to  a  river's  courfe  may  juftly  be  compar'd  ; 
Sometimes  within  its  bed, 

Without  an  angry  curl  or  wave, 
From  the  fpring  head 

It  fmooth  meanders  to  its  wat'ry  grave  : 
Then  unawares,  upon  a  fudden  rain, 
It  madly  overflows  the  neighb'ring  plain: 

It  ploughs  up  beauteous  ranks 
Of  trees,   that  {haded  and  adorn'd  its  banks: 

Overturns  houfes,   bridges,   ^ocks, 

Drowns  fhepherds  and  their  helplefs  flocks  : 
Horror  and  death  rage  all  the  valley  o'er, 
The  forefts  tremble,   and  the  mountains  roar." 

X. 

That  mortal  who  can  truly  fay, 
Let  morning  come,  for  I  have  liv'd  to  day  : 
The  prefent  moment  I  have  made  my  own, 

That  man  is  bleft,   and  he  alone  : 

Who  cares  not  whether  ftorms  arife, 

Or  lucid  fun  beams  guild  the  Ikies  : 

'Tis  all  the  fame,   I  ne'er  repine, 

The  joys  I  have  pofTeft  are  mine  :} 

In  fpite  of  Jove  I've  had  my  hour, 
What's  paft,   is  far  beyond  the  Godhead's  power. 

XI. 

:  Fortune,   made  up  of  toys  and  impudence, 
That  common  jade,    that  has  not  common  fenfe  j 
But  fond  of  buflnefs,   infolently  dares 
Pretend  to  rule,  and  fpoils  the  world's  affairs  ; 
She,   flutt'ringup  and  down,   her  favors  throws    ~] 
On  the  next  met,   not  minding  what  flie  does, 
Nor  why,   or  whom  {he  helps  cr  injures,  knows.  J 

Sometimes 


£24        ODES  OF  HORACE.     BOOK  III. 

Sometimes  (lie  fmiles  then  like  a  fury  raves, 
And  feldom  truly  loves,  but  foojs  or  knaves, 
Let  her  love  wh  >m  £he  pleafe,   I  fcorn  to  woo  her  ; 
While  fhe  ftays  with  me,   I'll  be  civil  to  her  5 
But,   if  fhe  offers  once  to  move  her  wings, 
I'll  fling-  her  back  all  her  gay-gew  gaw  things  ; 
And,  arm'd  with  virtue,  will  more  glorious  ftand, 
Than  if  the  b  —  h  ftill  bow'd  at  my  command  ; 
I'll  marry  honefty,   though  ne'er  fo  poor, 
Rather  than  follow  fuch  a  dull,   blind  w  —  e. 

XII. 

Though  the  maft  groans  beneath  the  florin, 

And  howls  the  raging  wind  ; 
I  make  no  vows  in  lamentable  form, 
Or  ftrive  to  bribe  the  billows  to  be  kind, 
To  fave  from  wreck  my  precious  wealth  and  me, 
Nor  add  more  treafures  to  the  infatiate  fea. 

XIII. 

E'en  then,   within  my  little  bark  I'll  ride, 
And  fafely  ftem  the  dangers  of  the  tide, 

Though  tempefts  foam  and  ocean  raves, 
Ca/tor  lhall  bear  me  o'er  the  waves  ; 
Pollux  fhall  gather  cv'ry  gentle  gale* 
Smooth  the  rough  feas  and  fwell  the  Spreading  fale. 

Camp  at  Kingfbridgc,    1776. 


ODE  XXX.     To  MELPOMENE. 

Addrefled  to   Lieutenant-Colonel  ELEAZER   O  SWA  L  D,  of 

tie   American  Artillery* 

A    MONUMENT  I've  rais'd  that  fhall  furpafs. 
In  fir  in  duration,   one  of  folid  brafs  •, 
Higher  than  Egypt's  pyramid  that  flands, 
"With  tow'ring  pride,   the  work  of  kingly  hands, 

Unrnov'd 


BOOK  III.     ODES  OF  HORACE. 

Unmov'd  it  fhall  outbrave  the  wafting  rain, 
"While  feeble  north  winds  threaten  it  in  vain  : 
The  countlefs  years,   and  whirling  time  may  fly  ; 
Yet  this  ftands  faft  and  claims  eternity. 
I  will  not  wholly  die  ;  for  fame  fhall  fave 
My  nobler  part,   and  refcue  from  the  grave  j 
While  mitred  priefts  the  Capitol  afcend, 
And  vcftal  maids  the  filent  pomp  attend, 
Where  down  Ofacto  rolls  his  rapid  ftream, 
And  humbler  waters,   known  by  Daunus'  name^ 
Who  o'er  a  warlike  people  fix'd  his  throne,  — 
There  fhall  my  fame  to  lateft  time  be  known  : 
While  future  ages  fhall  the  bard  admire, 
*  Who  tun'd  to  Grecian  founds  the  Roman  lyre* 
Then,  Mufe,  aflume  the  merit  juiHy  thine, 
And  for  my  brows  a  wreath  of  laurel  twine. 

Spotfwood,  June,    1778. 


*  Horace  might  very  juftly  claim  the  pre-eminence,  as  there  were  but  very 
few  lyric  poets  among  the  antients  :  The  Greeks  could  only  boaft  of  nine 
that  were  famous  :  Namely,  Pindar,  Alcxus,  Sappho,  Stefichorus,  Ibicus^ 
Baccbilides,  SimoniJes,  Alcmoen,  and  the  merry  Anacreon  :  Among  the  Ro 
mans,  Horace  was  the  prince,  and  almoft  the  only  one,  Though 
Chap,  i,  L.  10,  adds  Ceejius  Bajfus  to  him. 


End  .of  the  Third  Book. 


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BOOK  IV.  ADDRESSED  to  his  EXCELLENCY  MAJOR  GE 
NERAL  WILLIAM  SMALLWOOD,  GOVERNOR 
of  the  STATE  of  MARYLAND. 


O  D  E  I.     To    V  E  N  U  S. 

jiddreffed  to  MARIA* 

LEST  with  a  long  and  happy  peace, 
The  queen  of  love  again  difturbs  my  eafe  ; 

Confum'd  by  years,   my  vigor  loft, 
Since  lovely  Cynera  my  foul  engrofs'd  : 

Fierce  mother  of  the  loves  forbear, 
And  fpare  my  feeble  age,   ah  !    Venus  fpare  ! 

But  go  and  fpread  thy  foft  delights 
Where  beauty  calls  and  fprightly  youth  invites. 

To  Paulus  drive  thy  purple  doves, 
He  richly  merits  all  thy  kindeft  loves. 

His  birth  fo  noble,   and  his  mind 
To  ev'ry  gen'rous  fentiment  inclin'd. 

By  him  thy  empire  (hall  increafe, 
A  perfect  maftcr  of  polite  addrefs. 

Y  When 


128        ODES  OF  HOPiACE.     BOOK  IV. 

When  by  thy  aid  he  {hall  remove 
All  rivals,   who  with  coftly  bribes  make  love  ; 

A  marble  ftatue  for  his  fake. 
Of  thee,   fliall  glitter  near  th*  Albanian  lake. 

"  Thither  the  filver,  founding  lyres 
Shall  call  the  fmiling  loves,   and  young  dcflres  ; 

There  ev'ry  grace  and  Mufe  fliall  throng, 
Exalt  the  dance,   or  arfhnate  the  fong  ; 

There  youths  and  nymphs  in  confort  gay, 
Shall  hail  the  rifing,   clofe  the  parting  day. 

With  me,    alas  !    thofe  joys  are  o'er  ; 
For  me  the  vernal  garlands  bloom  no  move  I 

Adieu  !    fond  hope  of  mutu  il  fire, 
The  ftill  believing,   ftill  rcnew'd  clefire. 

Adieu  !    the  heart  expanding  bowl, 
And  all  the  kind  deceivers  of  the  foul  ! 

But  why  ?    ah  tell  me,  —  ftill  to  dear  ! 
Steals  down  my  cheek  th'  involuntary  tear  ?"        A 

Or  why  thus  faulter  on  my  tongue, 
The  words  which  once  harmonious  pour'd  along  ? 

Swift  through  the  fields  and  flowing  ftreams, 
I  follow  thee  in  viilonary  dreams," 

Now,   now  I  fieze,   and  cla^p  thy  charms, 
And  now  you  burft,  ah  !    cruel  from  iny  arms.      A 


v        ODE   II.     To  ANTON1US  IULUS. 

THE   PRAISES    OF    PINDAR. 

dddrcffed  to   the  Reverend  WILL  i  AM  SMITH,   D.  D. 
Prove/?  of  Wafnngton  College. 

Pindar  is-  mil  ir.l  Ic  /y  none  ; 

7hf  Thcenix  Pindar  ts  a  vafi  fpectes  alone. 

Co  \VLEY. 


who  to  PinJar's  vaft,  exalted  height, 
"Jj_    With  fruidcfs  emulation,    fain  would  foar, 
With  danger  ftrives  ;  and  tempts  the  arduous  flight, 
Like  Icarus  who  left  the  friendly  fhore  :  On 


BOOK  IV.      ODES  OF  HORACE.        i2( 

On  waxed  pinions  fecks  precarious  fame, 
And  finking  headlong,  gives  the  feas  a  name. 

*   Like   a  great  river  ru  filing  from  the  brow 

Of  fome  fteep  mountain,   fwoln  with  mighty  rains  5 

Scorns  in  its  old,   accuftom'd  tract  to  flow, 
But  burfts  its  metes,   and  deluges  the  plains : 

— So,  godlike  Pindar  pours  the  enraptur'd  lay, 

Copious  and  ftrong,   majeftic  rolls  away  ! 

To  him  Apollo  yields  the  laurelPd  bays, 

Whether  in  new-form'd  words,  he  fweeps  along 

His  daring  verfe, —  or  in  more  founding  lays, 
Thunders  fublime  in  dithyrambic  fong, 

Impetuous  and  vaft  : — His  fearlefs  mind 

By  flavifh  laws,   and  numbers  unconfin'd. 


Whether  the  Heavens  : — TV  immortal  Gods  he  fings, 
(Not  more  immortal  than  his  lofty  ftrain  !) 

Of  heroes,   or  of  Heav'n  defcened  kings, 

Of  tyrants  vanquifh'd,    or  of  monfters  flam  ; 

Who  gave  the  Centaurs  a  deferved  death, 

And  quench'd  the  dread  Chimera's  flaming  breath : 

t  O* 


*  The  Reverend  Mr.  Jofeph  IVarton,  the  elegant  translator  of  Virgil, 
in  hio  ode  occasioned  by  reading  Dr.  Waft's  tranflation  of  Pindar — has  the 
following  beautiful  imitation  of  this  paffage— •  and  alfoborrows  from  T/jompfon's 
fublime  defcription  of  the  Oronoque,  Orellana,  and  Plata,  American  rivers. 

In  roaring  cataracts  down  Ande^  channel'd  fteeps, 

Mark  how  enormous  Orellana  fweeps ! 

Monarch  of  mighty  floods  !  Supremely  ftrong, 

Foaming  from  cliff  to  cliff  he  whirls  along, 

Swoln  with  an  hundred  hills'  collected  fnows : 

Thence  over  namelefs  regions  widely  flows, 
Round  fragrant  ifies,  and  citron  groves, 
V/here  ftill  the  naked  Indian  roves, 
And  fafely  builds  his  leafy  bow'r, 

From  flavery  far,   and  curft  Iberian  po^-er; 

So  rapid  Pindar  flows. — O  parent  of  the  r  : . •- 

Let  me  forever  thy  fweet  fons  adir/.rc  ! 

Oaz,iU;it  Greece! 


1 30  ,     ODES  OF  HORACE.     BOOK  IV. 

•f-  Or  thofe  on  whom  the  Olympic  palm  beftcw'd, 

Exulting,  glory  in  a  victor's  name, 
•$  Wreftler,  or  horfe  : — He  lifts  him  to  a  God, 

And  by  his  vcrfe  confers  eternal  fame  : 
A  fame  fo  great  his  deathlcfs  verfes  give, 
As  {hall  a  thoufand  images  outlive. 

Or  whether  mourning  in  majeftic  grief  ; 

Some  noble  youth  who  in  the  conteft  fell  ; 
Torn  from  the  arms  of  a  defponding  wife, 

And,  pleas'd,  upon  his  many  virtues  dwell  :— 
Snatch'd  from  the  tomb, — he  bears  his  name  on 
To  fhine  above,  and  blazon  in  the  Iky. 

On  many  a  wind  upborne,  the  Theban  fwan 

Safe  in  his  ftrength  of  wing  the  Heav'n  exploies  ; 

Aloft  on  curling  clouds,  he  fcorns  the  plain, 

And  through  the  tracftlefs  void,  fecurely  foars  : 

While,   like  the  toiling  bee,   my  humble  flight 

Still  loves  the  ground,  nor  tempts  the  dang'rous  height. 

With  ceafelefs  wing  from  flow'r  to  flow'r  I  rove, 
Whatever  fweets  the  frefh'ned  meadows  yield  j 

The  thymy  copie  I  rob,   the  blooming  grove, 
From  all,  with  pain,   my  little  {lores  are  fill'd, 

Haply  from  thefe,   at  fome  propitious  time, 

The  Mufe  collects  her  fong,  and  no  ungrateful  rhyme. 

Not  fuch  the  lay,   but  nobler  far  attends 

Cfcfar  triumphant  up  the  facred  hill  j 
When  in  flow  majefty  his  car  afcends, 

And  drags  the  chain'd  Sycambrian  at  his  wheel. 

Thcfe 

•f   Hiero  and  Theron. 


\  Mr.  Congreve,  in  his  Pindaric  Ode  to  the   Lord   Trcafurer 
fpe. iking  of  the  Mufe  of  Pindar — has  the  above  paffage  in  view  when  he  fays: 

now,  fhe  loves  aloft  to  found 
The  m~n  for  more  than  mortal  deeds  renown'd  : 
?.non  her  theme,  (he  takes  delight 
.  -vsl'd  hoffe  to  praife,  and  (ing  his  rapid  flight. 


BOOK  IV.     ODES  OF  HORACE.        131 

Thefe  themes,  my  friend,  thy  bolder  notes  demand, 
The  lyre  of  lulus,  and  a  matter  hand. 


Than  whom,   no  greater  blefling  can  be  know, 
Lov'd  by  the  Parcse  j   favorite  of  Heaven  ! 

The  Gods  could  ne'er  a  nobler  boon  beftow 
Than  warlike  Cce/ar,  to  our  empire  giv'n, 

Though  backward,   time  his  pafling  wheels  had  roll'd, 

And  bleft  mankind  with  Saturn's  age  of  gold. 

The  Mufe  of  Antony  {hall  beft  difplay 

Our  various  joy,  when  Rome  receives  her  lord, 

The  pompous  facrifice,  the  feftal  day, 

The  votive  games,  for  Cafar  fafe  reftor'd  : 

He  comes  ! — at  once  contentious  difcords  ceafe, 

Hufh'd  is  the  forum,   and  the  bar  at  peace, 

That  day,   though  all  too  weak  my  voice  will  I 
Exulting  ftrive  to  reach  the  victor's  ear, 

For,  who  can  then  reftrain  the  fwelling  joy  ? 
Or  the  tumultuous  fhout  in  iilence  hear  ! 

IO  !    aufpicious  hour  !   hail  welcome  morn  ! 

Hail  to  the  fun  !    and  Ccsfar^s  wifh'd  return. 

Now  the  big  pomp,   flow-moving  floats  along  ; 

The  fons  of  Rome,   unnumber'd  pour  behind  ; 
Loud  fhouts  of  joy  refound  from  evVy  tongue, 

And  long  triumphal  lo's  load  the  wind. 
On  to  the  temples  prefs  the  grateful  train, 
An  hundred  altars  blaze,   and  hecatombs  are  flain. 

For  thee,   ten  votive  bulls,   as  many  cows, 
Shall  bleed  to  grace  thy  Iplendid  facrifice, 

One  calf  alone,   my  little  flock  allows, 
As  tribute  due  to  the  indulgent  ikies  : 

Juft  from  its  mother  wean'd — the  youngling  roves, 

Or  crops  the  grafs  amid  the  breezy  groves. 

His 


132        ODES  OF   HORACE.     BOOK  IV. 

His  budding  horns  juft  fprouting  o'er  his  brow, 
Now  (hew  like  Luna  rifing  to  our  fphere 

"When  three  days  old,  with  iilver-crefcent  bow  : 
No  fpots  upon  his  beauteous  hide  appear, 

Save  one  white  mark,   that  on  his  forehead  fiiines, 

The  reft  all  ye/hiv,   as  the  golden  mines. 


ODE  III.     To  MELPOMENE. 


Addrcffed  to  M.   N. 

VK7HOM  thou'ft  infpirM,   ccleftial  maid  ! 
*      And  on  his  birth  hath  kindly  fmiPd, 
No  fiercer  joys  his  breaft  invade, 
But  all  is  calm,  fersne  and  mild. 

He  ne'er  defires  a  victor's  place, 

Nor  mixes  in  the  ilimian  games  5 
Nor,   proudly  in  the  chariot  race, 

Immortal  trophies  ever  claims. 

He  ne'er  adorn'd  with  conq'ring  bays, 

Shall  ftdnd  amid  th'  admiring  throng, 
Nor  ever  with  fublimeft  praife, 

Be  ftar'd  at,  as  he  goes  along. 

But  where  the  fertile  Tibur  glides, 

'Mong  fhady  groves  and  verdant  plains  ; 

He  there  (hall  charm  the  lift'ning  tides, 
And  chaunt  the  iweet  ^Eolian  {trains. 

The  noble  Roman's  me  have  plac'd 

Among  the  tuneful  choir,  —  a  bard  ; 
Have  with  eternal  honors  grac'd, 

And  ftill  continue  '.o  regard. 

O  thou  ! 


BOOK  IV.     CDE3  ot   HORACE.        133 

O  thou  !   who  tun'ft  my  golden  lyre  ! 

Who,  when  thou  pleafeft,  can  with  cafe, 
The  finny  race  with  notes  infpire, 

That  like  the  dying  fwan  fliall  pleafe  ! 

To  thee,   O  Mufe  !   I  owe  this  .praife, 

Thy  favor  all  thefe  gifts  beftows  ; 
That  wond'ring  crowds  wi'h  pleafure  gaze, 

And  cry  —  "  fee  there  the  Roman  poet  goes. 


ODE  IV.     THE  PPvAISES  OF  DPOJSUS. 

Addreffed  to    Ciloncl  WAS  KTNCTGX,   of  tie  'American 
Light  Cavalry. 


AS  t 
T 


he  wing'd  minifter  of  thuncl'ring  Jovt, 
To  whom  he  gave  his  dreadful  bolts  to  bear, 
Faithful    *  affiftant  to  his  mafter's  love, 
King  of  th  2  wand'ring  nations  of  the  air, 


Yv'licn  balmy  breezes  fan'cl  the  vernal  fky, 
On  doubtful  pinions  left  his  parent  ncil, 

In  flight  efiays.,  his  growing  force  to  try, 

While  inborn  courage  fir'J  his  genVous  breafc  : 

Then  darting  with  impetuous  fury  do'vn, 

The  flocks  he  flaughter'd,  an  nnpractic'd  foe  ; 

Now  his  ripe  valour  to  perftccion  grcwn, 
The  fcaly  fnake  r.ncl  creited  dragon  know  '• 

Or  as  a  Lion's  youthful  progeny, 

Wean'd  from  his  fava^e  dam  and  milky  food, 
Ths  grnzing  kid  beholds  with  fearful  eye, 

Doom'd  firit  to  ilain  his  tender  fangs  in  blood. 

Such 

*   In  the  ra->?  of  Ga^-.trcde,   v/ho  w.is  cr.r:IcJ   v.p  to  "Jipitcy  by  an  eagl-:, 
accovdi-g    o   };•  poetical  iiii'.i.ry^ 


134       ODES  OF  HORACE.     BOOK  IV. 

Such  Drufusy  young  in  arms,  his  foes  beheld, 
The  Alpine  Rhaeti,  long  unmatched  in  fight  ; 

So  were  their  hearts  with  abject  terror  quell'd, 
So  funk  their  haughty  fpirits  at  the  fight. 

Tam'd  by  a  boy,  the  fierce  Barbarians  find 

How  guardian  prudence  guides  the  youthful  flame, 

And  how  great  Ccefar's  fond,  paternal  mind 
Each  gen'rous  Nero  forms  to  early  fame  ! 

A  valliant  fon  fprings  from  a  valiant  fire  : 

Their  race  by  mettle,  fprightly  courfers  prove : 

Nor  can  the  warlike  eagle's  active  fire, 
Degenerate  to  form  the  tim'rous  dove. 

But  education  can  the  genius  raife, 

And  wife  inftructions  native  virtue  aid  ; 

Nobility  without  thefe  is  difgrace, 

And  honor  is  by  vice  to  fhame  betrayM. 

Let  red  Metaurus  ftain'd  with  Punic  blood, 

Let  mighty  Afdrubal  iubdu'd,  confefs 
How  much  of  empire  and  of  fame  is  ow'd, 

By  thee,  O  Rome  \   to  the  Neronian  race. 

Of  this  be  witnefs  that  aufpicious  day, 

Which  after  a  long,   black  tempeftuous  night, 

Firft  ftnii'd  on  Latium  with  a  milder  ray, 

And  chear'd  our  drooping  hearts  with  dawning  light} 

Since  the  dire  Jfrican  with  watchful  ire, 

Rode   o'er  the  ravag'd  towns  of  Italy, 
As  through  the  pine  trees  flies  the  raging  fire, 

Or  Eurus  o'er  the  vex'd  Sicilian  fea. 

From  this  bright  sera,   from  this  profp'rous  field, 
The  Roman  glory  dates  her  rifing  pow'r; 

From  hence  'twas  given  her  conq'ring  fwords  to  wield, 
Raife  her  fall'n  Gods,  and  ruin'd  fhrines  reflore. 

Thus 


BOOK  IV.     ODES  OF  HORACE.        135 

Thus  Hannibal  at  length  difpairing  fpoke  : 

"  Like  ftags  to  rav'nous  wolves  an  eafy  prey, 

Our  feeble  arms  a  valiant  foe  provoke, 
Whom  to  elude  and  'fcape  were  victory ; 


A  dauntlefs  nation,   that  from  Trojan  fires, 
Hoftile  Jufonia,   to  thy  deftin'd  fhore, 

Her  gods,  her  infant  fons  and  aged  lires 

Through  angry  feas,   and  adverfe  tempefts  bore* 

As  on  high  Algldus  the  fturdy  oak, 

Whofe  fpreading  boughs  the  axe's  fharpnefs  feels^, 
Improves  by  lofs,   and  thriving  with  the  ftroke, 

Draws  health  and  vigor  from  the  wounding  fteel. 

Not  Hydra  fprouting  from  her  mangled  head, 

So  tir'd  the  baffled  force  of  Hercules, 
Nor  Thebes  >   nor  Colchis  fuch  a  monfter  bred, 

Pregnant  of  ills,   and  fam'd  for  prodigies. 

Plunge  her  in  ocean  like  the  morning  fun, 
Brighter  fhe  rifes  from  the  depths  below  : 

To  earth  with  unavailing  ruin  thrown, 

Recruits  her  ftrength,   and  foils  the  wond'ring  foe. 

Ah  !   now  no  more  my  haughty  mefienger 

Shall  bear  the  joyful  tale  of  victory  : 
Loft,  loft  is  all  our  long  renown  in  war  ! 

With  AJdrubal  our  hopes  and  fortune  die  \ 

What  fhall  the  Claudian  valour  not  perform, 

Which  powers  divine  guard  with  propitious  care, 

Which  wifdom  ftears  through  all  the  dang'rous  ftorm, 
Through  all  the  rocks  and  fhoals  of  doubtful  war  ?" 

3  ODE 


136        ODES  OF  HORACE.     BOOK  IV. 
868830ragB88>^^ 

ODEV.     To  AUGUSTUS. 

Addreffed  to  Ins  Excellency  BENJAMIN  FRANKLIN,  Efq. 
Minifter  Plenipotentiary  at  the  Court  of  Verfailles> 
C5V.  &c. 

O!   Born  beneath  the  fmiles  of  Heav'n, 
Propitious  to  our  country  giveA  ! 
Offspring  of  Gods  ? — from  Rome,  why  this  delay  ? 
Why  thus  beyond  the  promised  period  ftay  ? 
The  fenate  for  thy  abfence  mourn, 
And  ardent  wait  thy  wifli'd  return. 

Return  brave  prince,  reftore  the  light, 

Come  diflipate  this  tedious  night  ! 
For  like  the  fpring  thy  countenance  difplays 
Reviving  luitre  with  its  chearing  rays  ; 

Each  day  on  pleafure's  pinion  flies, 

And  fairer  fun-beams  gild  the  ikies.  * 

As  the  fond  mother  waits  her  fon 

Afar  on  feas  tempeftuous  borne, 
Detained  by  winds  beyond  the  prorpis'd  year, 
And  wails  his  abfence  with  parental  tear — 

Nor  from  the  fhores  averts  her  eyes, 

But  with  her  prayers  invokes  the  fkics  : — 

With  vows  afiails  the  powers  above, 

And  all  the  planets  as  they  move 
To  give  her  back  her  long-loft,   abfent  fon  : — 
So  we  with  loyal  hearts  thy  abfence  mourn  : 

Thus  Romans  wifh  to  fee  reftor'd, 

Their  mighty  prince,   their  gracious  lord. 

Safe  from  all  harms  the  cattle  graze, 
While  Cccfar's  prefence  guards  the  place, 

Her 


BOOK  IV.     ODES  OF  HORACE.        137 

% 

Her  numVous  bleffings  fruitful  Ceres  yields, 
The  fmiling  harvefts  crown  our  fertile  fields  : 

No  ftorms  infeft  th'  inconftant  main  5 

And  faith  and  virtue  jointly  reign. 

No  rapes  invade  the  marriage  bed, 

While  vice  from  juftice  veils  her  head, 
The  child  is  by  the  confcious  father  known, 
Tke  parents'  virtues  mark  the  ruing  fon  : 

And  Cce/ar**  chafte  example  frees 

From  punifhments  and  crimes  like  thefe. 

Who  fhall  the  diftant  Parthian  fear, 

Or  Scythians  freezing  fons  revere  ? 
Or  hoftile  Germans  terrible  in  fight  ? 
Whofe  favage  bands  in  bloody  fields  delight : 

Or  who  regards  the  Spanifh  foe, 

While  Ccefar  lives  and  reigns  below  ? 

In  fafety  toils  the  lab'ring  hind 

And  joins  the  widow'd  elm  and  vine  ; 
Till  Phoebus  lets  beneath  the  verdant  hills, 
Then  to  thy  health  the  fmiling  goblet  fills, 

With  wine  he  crowns  the  fleeting  hours, 

To  Ccefar  and  his  guardian  powers. 

To  thee  our  facred  fongs  we  owe  ; 

For  thee  the  plenteous  bumpers  flow  : 
And  fondly  with  our  houfhold  gods  ador,e, 
With  equal  praife,   Auguftus1  guardian  power  : 

As  antient  Greece  transferred  to  fame, 

Her  Cci/lor,  and  Alcides*  name. 

Long  may  you  live  to  blefs  the  flate, 
Your  exit  to  the  fides  be  late ! 
Return  brave  prince,    and  with  you  bring  along 
A  lafting  feftival  to  grateful  Rome  : 
Thefe  are  our  wifhes  when  we  wake, 
And  when  we  midnight  bumpers  take. 
Dover,    178'. 

ODE 


I3»   ODES  OF  HORACE.  BOOK  IV, 


*  ODE  VII.  To  TORQUATUS. 

Imitated.      Addrejjeed  to  the  Hon.  JOHN  ViNiNG,    Efq. 

Member  of  Congrefs  for  the  Delaware  State. 

THE  fnow's  difTolv'd,   and  now  the  zephyrs  breeze 
With  verdant  leaves  o'ertops  the  lofty  uees, 
The  painted  meads  their  annual  green  refume, 
And  the  gay  daify  breathes  a  fweet  perfume. 
The  fpring  advancing,   hoary  frofts  conclude, 
And  earth  rejoices  in  viciffitude. 

The  ftreams  that  once  ungovern'd  tis'd  to  go,  » 

In  their  due  bounds,  ferenely  placid  flow. 
The  nymphs  m  dance  the  jocund  Mufes  join, 
And  all  to  hail  the  beauteous  fpring  combine  ; 
Wifh  not,   my  friend,   immortal  life  to  gain, 
The  days,  the  hours,  both  prove  your  wiflies  vain.,, 
The  hoary  frofts,   and  winter's  fierceft  rage, 
The  ioothing  zephyrs  of  the  fpring  arluage  ; 
Then  fhort-liv'd  fummer  yellows  o'er  the  fields, 
Pomiferous  autumn  next  its  products  yields, 
Then  in  its  turn  the  winter  reigns  again, 
And  with  its  frofts,   bewhitens  ev'ry  plain. 
This  lofs   to  Heaven  the  hafty  moons  repair, 
At  the  return  of  each  fucceeding  year. 

But  when  we  mortals  doom'd  to  die  fhall  go, 
To  feek  jEneas  in  the  realms  below  ; 
With  wealthy  Tullus>  and  with  Ancus  juft, 
We  are  but  lhadows,   and  at  beft  but  duft. 
Who  can  be  fure  to  fee  to-morrow's  light, . 
Or  e'en  to  live  till  the  approach  of  night : 
Your  great  eftates  and  all  your  hoarded  care, 
Shall  once  be  fnatch'd  by  your  too  greedy  heir  ; 
When  you're  condemn'd  to  your  eternal  home, 
And  Minos  judge  of  all,   has  pafs'd  your  doom  ! 

No 

*  For  the  6th  Ode  vide  Secular  Foern. 


BOOK  IV.     ODES  OF    HORACE.        139 

No  birth  can  bring  you  back,  no  pious  fenfe, 
Nor  e'en  the  moft  perfuafive  eloquence. 
Not  e'en  Diana  could  the  fates  deprive, 
And  make  her  dear  Hypolitus  revive, 
Nor  Thefeus  felf,   Perithous  regain, 
From  tyrant  death's  all- captivating  chain. 

fi$X$X$X^^ 

ODE  VIII.     To  CENSORINUS. 

Addreffedto  the  Honorable  DAVID  RAMSEY,  Efq.  M.  D. 
late  Chairman  ofCongrefr,  Charlejlon,  South-Carolina. 

Wn  AS  I  in  ftatuary  ikill'd 
As  Scopes  ;— or  had  I  excell'd 
In  paints  and  colours,   as  we're  told 
The  great  Parrhaftus  did  of  old, 
Expert,   with  niceft  fimetry, 
To  form  a  man  or  Deity  : 
There's  not  a  friend  of  mine  fhould  want, 
A  bowl,   a  tripod,   or  a  faint : 
Such  prefents  as  the  Grecians  gave, 
« — Juft  tribute  to  their  heroes  brave. 
But  I,   alas  !   have  not  the  power, 
And  you  poflefs,   nor  wifh  for  more. 
The  joys  of  verfe,   are  your  delight, 
You  know  their  worth,   and  I  can  write  5 
For  you,  a  poem  I  intend, 
The  beft  of  critics,  but  a  friend. 

Not  marble,   which  the  public  raife, 
Engrav'd  with  emblematic  praife, 
By  which  again  the  life  returns, 
And  triumphs  o'er  the  filent  urns  ; 
Nor  Hannibal,  though  once  fo  flout, 
With  coward  fvviftnefs  put  to  rout  5 
Nor  Carthage  wrap'd  in  hofcile  flame, 
From  whence  great   Scipio  took  his  name, 

Caa 


140        ODES  OF   HORACE.     BOOK  IV. 

Can  ne'er  that  hero's  glory  fhew, 
As  the  Calabrian  Mules  do. 

If  poetry  her  help  denies, ' 
Your  merit  unrewarded  dies. 

Who  had  Rome's  mighty  founder  known, 
Though  fprung  from  Mars  and  Ilia's  fon  ; 
If  envious  filence  had  conceal'd 
Thofe  glories  that  are  now  reveal'd  ? 
The  poet's  lays,  and  matchlefs  Ikill, 
Snatch'd  ^Eacus  from  Styx  and  Hell ; 
And  plac'd  him  where  he  peaceful  reigns 
O'er  blifsful  illes  and  happy  plains. 
While  poets  fing,   no  hero  dies, 
The  Mufe  exalts  him  to  the  ikies  : 
Thus  great  Alcidcs  fits  above, 
And  quaffs  the  ne£tar'd  bowl  with  Jove . 
The7  brother-ftars,  now  kindly,  fave 
The  veflel  from  the  ftormy  wave  : 
And  vine-crown'd  Bacchus  with  fuccefs, 
Rewards  his  praying  votaries. 

Arundel,  November  23,    1783. 


ODE  IX.     To  LOLLIUS. 

Imitated — Addreffed  to  Us  Excellency  BENjAMlNpRANK- 
LIN,   Efquire,    L.  L.  D.     F.  R.  S.    Minifter  Plenipo 
tentiary  from   the  United  States   to    the  Court   of  Ver- 
failles,    &c.    &c. 

LEST  you  fhould  think  that  verfe  fliall  die, 
Which  founds  the  filver  Thames  along, 
Taught  on  the  wings  of  truth  to  fly 
Above  the  reach  of  vulgar  fong  : 

Though 


BOOK  IV.     ODES  OF  HORACE.        141 

Though  daring  Milton   fits  fublime, 

In  Spencer ,   native  mufes  play  ; 
Nor  yet  fhall  Waller  yield  to  time, 

Or  penfive  Coiuley's  moral  lay. 

Sages  and  chiefs  long  fince  had  birth 

Ere  Ccefar  was,   or  Newton  nam'd  ; 
Thofe  rais'd  new  empires  o'er  the  earth, 

And  thefe  new  Heavens  and  fyftems  fram'cU 

Crofvenor  was  not  the  only  fair 

By  an  unlawful  paffion  fjr'cl  ; 
Who,   the  gay  trappings  and  the  hair 

Of  a  young  royal  fpark  adrmVd. 

Eugene  and  Marllro\  with  their  hoft 

Were  not  the  firft  in  battle  fam'd  : 
Columbia  more  wars  could  boaft, 

Ere  mighty  Wajhington  was  nanv  d. 

Before  this  weftern  world  was  fought, 
Heroes  there  were  who  for  their  wives, 

Their  children,  and  their  country  fought, 
And  bravely  facrific'd  their  lives. 

Vain  was  the  chiefs,  the  fage's  pride, 
They  had  no  poet  and  they  di'd  : 
In  vain  they  fchem'd,    in  vain  they  bled, 
They  had  no  poet  and  are  dead. 

What  difference  then  can  virtue  claim 

From  vice,   if  it  oblivious  lie  ? 
While  I  can  ring  your  fpotlefs  name, 

Your  worthy  deeds  {hall  never  die. 

Nor  fhall  oblivion's  livid  power 

Your  patriotic  toils  conceal : 
Alike  in  good,   or  adverfe  hour, 

A  patron  of  the  common-weal. 

Forever 


ODES   OF  HORACE.     BOOK  IV 


Forever  faithful  and  fincere, 

Your  hands  from  gilded  baits  are  free  ; 
The   public  villain  ftands  in  fear 

You  fhould  perpetual  conful  be. 

The  knave  poiTeft  of  fhining  pelf, 

Can  never  fway  your  honeft  choice  ; 
For  juftice,  emblem  of  yourfelf, 

Exalts  above  the  rabble's  voice. 

Nor  can  we  rank  him  with  the  bleft, 

To  whom  large  ftores  of  wealth  are  giv'n  ; 

But  him,  who  or  enough  poffeft, 

Knows  how  t'  enjoy  the  gifts  of  Heav'n. 

Who  poverty  ferenely  bears, 

With  all  the  plagues  the  Gods  can  fend  ; 
Who  death  to  infamy  prefers, 

To  fave  his  country  or  his  friend. 

Dover,    1781. 

^:M*****«^ 

ODE  X.     To  LIGURINUS. 

Imitated—  AdAre/ed  to  Mtfs  M—  N—  . 

TELL  me,   Maria,  tell  me  why, 
A  lovers  kind  embrace  you  fly, 
Deriding  Strephorfs  pains  ? 
In  fpite  of  pride,   that  power  will  fall, 
By  which  new  lovers  you  enthrall, 
To  ftarve  them  in  their  chains. 

Confider  lovely,  cruel  girl, 

That  face  though  fair,  too  foon  will  fpoil 

And 


BOOK  IV.     ODES  OF  HORACE.         143 

And  ev'ry  charm  decay  ; 
Though  now  you  boaft  the  vermil  rofe, 
That  in  your  cheeks  with  blufhes  glows, 

That  rofe  fhall  fade  away. 

If  to  the  glafs  with  fad  defpair, 
You  turn  that  face,  no  longer  fair, 

How  juftly  may  you  cry  ! 
Why  was  I  once  fo  wond'rous  coy, 
Or  why  fo  transient  was  the  joy 

Of  beauty, — born  to  die  ? 


O  D  E  XI.     To  P  H  Y  L  L  I  S.      . 

A  CASK  nine  years  old  of  dlbanean  juice,          "j 
I  have,  my  dear  Phyllis,  referv'd  for  thyufe,  ^ 
And  parfley  for  chaplets  my  gardens  produce.  J  . 

To  deck  thy  gay  trefles,    the  ivy  entwines  ; 
With  {liver   my  dwelling  refplendantly  fhines  ; 
My  altar  with  chafte,  holy  vervain  is  bound, 
And  prompt  for  the  knife  the  young  victim  is  crown'd. 
My  boys  and  my  girls  here  and  there  bufy  run  ; 
No  hands  I  have  idle,   the  work  is  begun  : 
To  drefs  the  gay  banquet  is  now  all  their  care, 
While  fmoke  in  dark  volumes  is  rolPd  through  the  air. 
But,   why  this  occaiion  of  frolic  anil  feafting  ? 
(You  afk  me)   I'll  tell  you,   and  that  without  jefting ; 
The  Ides  of  fair  April  I  purpofe  to  keep, 
So  facred  to  Venus %  who  fprung  from  the  deep. 
This  day,  with  feftivity,  joyful  I'll  crown, 
My  patrons  birth-day,   and  more  dear  than  my  own  : 
For  when  this  bright  morning  propitious  appears, 
MecKnas    adds  one  to  his  long  happy  years. 
But,   you  filly  maid,   ftill  with  fondnefs  purfue          ~| 
A  youth  much  too  noble,   too  wealthy  for  you,  ^ 

Who  doats  on  the  charms  of  a  rich,  wanton  ihrcw.  j 
A  a  Let 


144       ODES  OF  HORACE.     BOOK   IV. 

Let  Phaeton  knTd  by  Jove's  thunder  and  lightning, 
From  fchemes  too  afpiring  my  Phyllis  affrighten  : 
And  when  through  the  air  the  bold  *  ftripling  would  fly 
On  Pcgafus*  back,   and  attempted  the  iky  ; 
He  fcorn'd  the  grofs  load  as  indignant  he  flew, 
And  tumbled  him  headlong,  —  a  warning  for  you. 

O  come  then  my  cleared:  and  lateft  belov'd, 
(For  never  fhall  Horace  by  other  be  mov'd,  —  ) 
Come  tune  up  your  voice,   and  in  gay,   merry  ftrain, 
Repeat  my  love  fonnets  in  mufical  ftrain  I 
For  mufic  to  footh  all  our  troubles  hath  charms, 
Misfortune  it  conquers  and  forrow  difarms. 

Arundel,  July  1  8,    1783. 

*  Belkrophon. 


ODE    XII.      To    VIRGIL. 

THE  tepid  gale  from  Thracia's  airy  hills, 
Attendant  on  the  fpring  blows  kindly  o'er  ; 
With  gentle  blaft  the  fpreading  canvafs  fills, 

And  wafts  the  bark  with  fafety  from  the  fhore. 

The  glebe  unbinds,   the  froft  diflblves  away, 
The  meads  revive,  the  turgid  ftreams  fubfidc/ 

Late  fwoln  with  melted  fiiows,   they  murmuring  play* 
And  peaceful  in  *Jieir  wonted  channels  glide. 

The  haplefs  fwallow,   as  the  fpring  returns, 
Rebuilds  her  neft,   and  fad  begins  to  fing  ; 

For  Cecropi  race,   arid  Itys  flain,   fhe  mourns,  —  • 
The  cruel  fate  of  an  inceftuous  king. 

Stretch'd  on  the  grafly  plain  the  fhepherd  plays, 
His  oaten  flute  refounds  the  rural  ftrains  5 

Pan,   who  prcferves  his  flock,    approves  his  lays, 
The  ruflig  God,  who  o'er  Arcadia  reigns. 

Virgil 


BOOK  IV.     ODES  or  HORACE.         14$ 

Virgil  !  the  fultry  feafon  calls  for  wine  : 

Then  leave  the  court  and  take  a  focial  flaflc  : 

Bring  you  perfumes,   and  then  the  work  be  mine, 
Of  racy  juice  to  broach  an  ample  calk. 

A  little  box  of  fpikenard  fiiall  produce 
A  mouldy  hogfhead  that  invaulted  lies  : 

Pregnant  with  hopes,   fhall  flow  the  mellow  juice, 
Difband  our  cares  and  give  a  loofe  to  joys. 

Come  !  if  fucli  fports  as  thefe  d.elight  your  foul, 
And  bring  the  price,  —  for  fure  the  bargain's  great  : 

Nor  fcot-free  fhall  you  touch  the  fpark'ling  bowl, 
For  I  am  poor,  nor  can  afford  to  treat. 

Forego  th'  incefTant  thirft  of  fordid  gain, 
Remember  gloomy  death's  funereal  pile  : 

A  little  folly  will  relieve  our  pain, 

Tisjuft,   at  times  our  mi-s'ry  to  beguile. 


Philadelphia,    1784. 


ODE    XIII.      To    L  Y  C  E. 

Addreffed  to  a   Lady  cf  the  Haul  Ton. 

MY   prayers  have  long  the  Gods  afTaiFd  ; 
The  Gods  have  heard,  my  vows  prevail'd  ; 
And  in  compliance  with  my  prayer, 
See,    Lyce  fee,   that  filver  hair  ! 
Ugly  and  bid,  you  ftill  would  fcem 
The  beauteous  maid,   the  lover's  theme. 
With  wanton  fports  and  flowing  bowl, 
You  ftrive  to  thaw  the  frozen  foul ; 
"With  trem'lous  voice  would  fain  infpire 
The  am'rous  wifb,   the  young  deilre  : 

While 


145        ODES  or  HORACE.     BOOK  IV. 

While  fprightly  Cupid  joys  to  rove 
O'er  Chiefs  cheeks  that  glow  with  love. 
From  blafted  oaks,   the  vig'rous  ftripling  files ; 
Your  ytllow  teeth  and  haggard  eyes, 
Snow-white  locks  and  wrinkled  face, 
Fright  him  from  the  loath'd  embrace. 

Nor  gems  that  Ihine, 

Or  blaze  refplendant  with  their  native  light, 
Nor  purple  robes  of  tincture  bright, 

Can  e  er  reftore 
Thofe  glorious  days  which  long  are  o'er, 

When  Lyce  was  divine. 
Ah  !   where  is  fled  each  lovely  grace, 
Lycis  fli ape  and  beauteous  face  ? 
Say,  of  her,  what  now  rcm-iins, 
Who,   each  am'rous  fwain  deluding, 
Into  ev'ry  breaft  intruding, 

Bound  me  faft  in  Cupid's  chains  ? 
A  happy  maid,  in  youthful'pride, 
With  charming  Cyn'ra  once  you  vied  ; 
She  conq'ring  fell  in  beauty's  bloom, 
An  early  victim  to  the  tomb, 
"With  triumph  luft'ring  on  her  brow, 
While  you  out-live  the  aged  crow  : 
That  the  fparks  who  once  purfu'd  thee, 
When  with  laughter  they  have  view'd  thec, 
May  joy  to  fee  the  torch  expire, 
Which  eke  fet  all  their  breafts  on  fire. 

Arundel,  January  20,    1783. 


ODE  XIV.     To  AUGUSTUS. 

^ 

Addreffcd  to  Its  mojl  4ugujl  Majefty9  Louis  XVI,  by 
the  Grace  of  Gcdy  King  of  France  and  Navarre^  Pro 
tector  of  the  Rights  of  Mankind,  &c.  &c.  bV.  &c. 

CAN  founding  names,   or  folemn  feftal  days, 
Ercft  a  monument  that  fhall  preferve 

Thy 


BOOK  IV.     ODES  OF  HORACE.        147 

Thy  glory  ?  or  can  all  the  gratitude 

Of  Rome's  fage  fathers  reach  thy  matchlefs  worth, 

Illuftrious  prince  ?   nor  {nines  the  paffing  fun 

On  any  greater  :  whofe  vindictive  arm 

Firft  taught  the  proud  Vindelicl  to  bow. 

Brave  Drufus  led  thy  conq'ring  legions  on, 

And  fill'd  the  favage  nations  with  difmay  : 

The  rapid  Breuni  fled,   the  fierce  Genaum, 

Fell  proftrate  when  their  lofty  tow'rs  he  raz'd, 

And  Alpine  mountains  trcmb'led  to  their  bafe. 

Thund'ring  fublime  in  war,   Tiberius  came, 

Our  elder  Nero,  fav'rite  of  the  Gods  ! 

The  giant,  Rhseti,   felt  his  mighty  arm 

Break  their  tall  ranks,  and  clench  the  victor  chain. 

Dreadful  as  Mars,   in  battle  he  appear'd  ; 
No  death  he  fhun'd,   no  danger  could  alarm, 
While  havock  waited  on  his  blood-ftain'd  fword. 
As  when  the  Pliades  in  myftic  dance, 
Rend  the  big  clouds,   the  ftormy  winds  arife 
And  fcowl  along  the  main  ; — thus  youthful  C&far 
Drove  on  the  flying  crowd  :   his  foaming  fleed 
Indignant  trod  their  mangled  corfes  down. 

As  from  Apulia^   fwoln  with  fudden  rains, 
The  rapid  Aufidus  impetuous  rolls 
His  turgid  flood,   and  fwceping  o'er  the  land 
Deftroys  the  labour  of  th'  induftrious  fwain, — 
So  Claudius  charges  the  Barbarian  foe  : 
With  mighty  force  breaks  through  their  iron  ranks, 
From  front  to  rear  he  deals  deftruction  round, 
And  gains,  aim  oft  a  bloodlefs  victory. 

Thy  councils  led  him  on  to  deeds  of  fame, 
Thine  were  his  legions,  all  his  Gods  were  thine  ; 
For  on  that  day  when  thrice  five  years  had  roll'd 
Their  annual  courfe,   thy  arms  triumphant  fhone, 
In  captive  Alexandria's  "port  :   the  powers 
Of  Heaven,  their  fav'rite  ci*own'd,  and  fondly  plac'd him 
Glorious  on  Cleopatra  s  vacant  throne. 
Illuftrious  guard  of  Italy  and  Rome, 
On  whom  the  Spaniard,  ne'er  before  fubdu'd,        The 


148        ODES  OF  HORACE.     BOOK  IV. 

The  Mcde,  the  Indian  and  the  favage  hord 

Of  ftrolling  Scythians  gaze  with  fear  and  wonder  ! 

The  headlong  Nile,  who  hides  his  feven-fold  fourcc, 
The  mighty  Danube,    and  the  rapid  Tigris, 
The  monfter-bearing  waves,   that  wildly  roar 
Round  Britain  s  diftant  ifle  and  rocky  coaft  ; 
The  Celt,   who  fears  not  death,   the  flout  Iberian, 
The  fell  Sicambrian  with  his  arms  compos'd 
Bend  fuppliant  unto  thee  ;  —  While  all  the  world 
Put  on  thy  yoke,   and  glory  in  their  bonds. 

Camp,  Valley  Forge,    1778. 


ODE  XV.     THE  PRAISES  OF  AUGUSTUS. 

r  effect  to  his  Excellency  BENJAMIN  FRANKLIN,  Ffq. 
L.  L.  D.  F.  R.  S.  Prejident  sf  the  Commonwealth 
of  Pennfylvania,  (3V.  &c. 

FAIN  would  I  fing  of  wars  alarms, 
Of  cities  overthrown  by  arms, 
And  wrap'd  in  hoftile  fire  ; 
When  Phoebus,   with  his  angry  Mufe, 
My  temples  fmote  and  bid  me  chufe 
A  theme  more  fuited  to  my  humble  lyre  : 

Your  bark  is  fmall,  he  faid,  forbear, 
Nor  tempt  the  Tyrrhene  waves  too  far. 

Yet  Ccefar  will  I  fing  thy  reign, 

Which  peaceful  crowns  our  fields 
With  happy  encreafe,   while  each  plain 

Its  yearly  tribute  yields. 
Raviih'd  from  Partita's  haughty  fhrine, 
Within  our  walls  Jove's  eagles  fliine; 
While  C&fiir  bids  tue  ftorm  of  war  to  ceafe, 
And  Janus'  gates  locks  up  in  lafting  peace. 

Licentious 


BOOK  IV.     ODES  OF  HORACE, 

Licentious  manners  ceafe  to  reign, 

Good  order  rules  our  ftate  again  j 

That  antient  virtue  is  reftor'd 

Which  fpread  our  fame  and  power  abroad, 
And  long  from  weft  to  eaft,  unrivard  run, 
To  bright  Aurora  from  the  fetting  iun, 

No  civil  ftrife  fhall  caufe  alarms, 
Or  foreign  wars  employ  our  arms, 
Difcord  fhall  ceafe,  nor  anger  rear 

'Gainft  wretched  cities  the  deftructive  fpear  ; 
Thofe  miseries  fliall  no  more  be  known, 

"While  great  Auguftus  wears  th*  imperial  crown. 

Who  quaff  the  Danube's  ftream  profound, 
The  Seres  and  the  Gete  renowned  ; 
The  faithlefs  Perfian  too  ihall  bend, 
With  thofe  who  o'er  the  Tanais  extend  : 
All,  though  reluctant,  ihall  confefs  thy  fway, 
And  Cccfar's  edicts  peacefully  obey. 

Our  jocund  wives,   and  fmiling  boys, 
Firft,  to  the  Gods  fhall  raife  their  voice, 

As  did  our  fires  of  yore  ; 
We  on  our  feaft  and  bufy  days, 
fin  chearful  cups)    our  fongs  will  raife 
Join'd  with  the  flute's  melodious  found, 
We'll  (ing  AnchiftSy  Troy,  and  him  cenowa'dj 

Whom  beauteous  Venus  bore. 

Philadelphia,    1786. 


End  of  the  Fourth  BooL 


E     P     O     D     E     S 


O     F 


HORACE 


AddreiTed  to  the  Honorable  ROBERT  MORRIS,  Efquire, 
Member  of  the  Houfe  of  Affcmbly  of  the  Commonwealth 
of  Pennfylvania,  and  late  Financier-General  to  the  Uni 
ted  States  of  America,  &c. 


E  P  O  D  E  I.     To  M  E  C  JE  N  A  S. 

r  g  1HE  fhip  Lilurnlan^  while  you  board, 

_|[_     Stern  line  of  battle,  with  your  fword! 
To  aid  Aitgitflus  and  oppofe 
The  mad  rebellion  of  his  foes : 
At  home,   what  fliall  poor  Horace  do, 
Who  knows  DO  joy,   no  life  but  you  ? 
With  you  'tis  happinefs  to  live, 
Without  you,   life  has  nought  to  give. 
Shall  I  your  ftern  commands  obey, 
And  joylefs  wafte  my  hours  away  ? 
Or  foldier-like,  my  fword  affume, 
Act  like  a  man,  nor  fear  my  doom  ? 
With  you,   o'er  Alpine  frofts  and  fnow, 
O'er  rugged  Caucafus  I'd  go  ; 
From  whence  Apollo's  glories  rife, 
To  where  they  fet  in  weitern  Ikies. 

I  know  I'm  feeble  and  afraid, 
And  can  afford  you  little  aid  ; 
:       B   b   ' 


j$2  EPODES  OF   HORACE. 

Yet  abfence  but  augments  my  fear, 

I  think  you're  fafe  when  I  am  near. 

The  bird  that  leaves  her  callow  young, 

Still  dreads  each  fnake  that  creeps  along  ; 

But  (he,  alas  !   is  weak  as  they, 

And  would,  with  them  become  a  prey. 

To  gain  your  love,   what  toils  I'll  bear, 
Undaunted  brave  the  ftorm  of  war  I 
Not  that  my  wealth  may  round  me  grow, 
Or  num'rous  oxen  drag  my  plough  ; 
And  when  the  fiery  dog-ftar  reigns, 
Be  fent  to  browze  Lucania1  s  plains  : 
Not  that  my  villa  wants  more  room, 
Nor  joins  the  walls  of  Tufculum. 
Your  kindnefs  richly  hath  fuppli'd 
My  utmoft  wifh,   my  greateft  pride  5 
*Tis  all  I  want,   I  alk  no  more, 
Ssfor  will  I  hide   the  plenteous  ftore, 
Like  wretched  Chremes  in  the  play, 
Or  wafteful  fquander  it  away. 

Col.  Philadelphia,    1769. 


EPODE  II.     THE  PRAISES  of  a  COUNTRY  LIFE. 

Addreffed  to  the  Honorable  Cdonel  THOMAS  RODNEY, 
Efquire9  Member  of  Congrefs  for  the  Delaware  State^ 
&c.  Poplar  Grove,  near  Dover. 

HOW  bleft  the  man,  who  free  from  care, 
(As  the  firft  happy  mortals  were) 
Who  leads  a  peaceful  ruftic  life, 
Clear  of  all  debt,   and  void  of  ftrife  5 
Who  ploughs  with  cattle  all  his  ov/n 
His  fmall  paternal  fields  of  corn  ! 
The  roaring  feas  and  din  of  arms, 
Ke'cr  £11  his  breaft  with  dread  alarms  \ 

He 


EP  ODES  OF   HORACE. 

tie  flies  the  great  where  {laves  refort, 
And  execrates  the  jangling  court. 
The  clafping  vine,   with  curling  heads, 
He  to  the  lofty  poplar  weds  ; 
Or  with  his  pruning  knife  disjoins 
The  fruitlefs  branches  from  his  vines, 
And  as  the  older  ftill  decays, 
Engraffs  a  founder  in  its  place. 

Along  the  vale  beneath,   he  views 
His  wand'ring  herds  and  lowing  cows, 
Or  into  jars  fecure  he  pours 
His  virgin  honey's  golden  ftores. 
Sometimes  a  fickly  lamb  that  bears 
A  pond'rous  fleece,  he  kindly  (hears  ; 
Or  when  the  year  begins  to  wane, 
And  mellow  autumn  glads  the  plain, 
Well-pleas'd  the  rip'ned  pear  he  culls, 
The  purple  grape,   rich-cluft'ring  pulls, 
With  which,   Prtaptishe  rewards 
And  good  Sylvanus  too,   who  guards 
His  lines  and  fences,   well  repays, 
And  at  each  fane  his  ofPring  lays. 
Now  ftretch'd  beneath  an  antient  {hade, 
Now  on  the  matted  verdure  laid, 
"While  down  the  mountain's  fteepy  fides, 
The  rip'ling  ftream  ferpentine  glides  ; 
The  birds  around  him  freely  rove, 
Or  plaintive  carrol  through  the  grove, 
And  as  the  riv'let  murm'ring  flows, 
He  links  in  placid  fweet  repofe. 

Soon  as  the  rain  and  fnows  draw  near*, 
And  wint'ry  Jove  loud  rules  the  year, 
With  hounds  the  raging  boar  befets, 
And  drives  him  foaming  to  his  nets  ; 
Or  fpreads  his  gin  around  each  bufh 
To  hamper  the  voracious  thrufh  : 
The  foreign  crane,   nor  fearful  hare 
Efcape  the  fecret  tang'ling  fnarc. 


I  $-4  EPODES    OF   HORACE. 

Who  could  not  by  fuch  fports  remove 
The  cares,  the  pangs,   the  flights  of  love. 

But,  if  a  wife  of  honefl  fame, 
A  Sabine  or  dpulian  dame  5 
Sun-burnt  and  brown,  his  cares  would  meet, 
And  keep  his  houfe  and  children  fweet, 
She,  when  he  comes  bewearied  home, 
Prepares  a  fire  to  warm  the  room  •, 
Her  joyful  ilocks  in  pens  confine, 
Now  milks  her  cows,  then  draws  her  wine 
Of  laft  year's  vintage, —  fafely  ftor'd, 
While  unbought  dainties  deck  the  board. 

Not  Litcrine  oyfters  more  can  pleafe, 
Or  fifh  that  iwam  in  foreign  feas, 
Which  when  loud  eaflern  tempefts  roar, 
Are  driven  to  the  Latian  in  ore 
By  wintry  florins  ;— nor  birds  that  ily 
Beneath  a  diftant,   torrid  iky. 
Which  are  in  dfric's  defart  fought, 
Or  from  Ionian  mountains  brought :—- ' 
Than  olives  pull'd  from  laden  boughs, 
And  forrel  that  in  meadow  grows  ; 
Or  fpringing  mallows,   fweet  and  good, 
For  coftive  bodies,  wholefome  food, 
Or  lamb  upon  a  feftal  day, 
Or  kid  juft  fnatch'd  from  beaft  of  prey. 

Amid  fuch  ruftic  feafts  as  thefe, 
Where  homely  dainties  only  pleafe  : 
How  joys  the  farmer  to  behold 
His  flocks  returning  to  their  fold, 
And  from  the  field  his  oxen  come 
With  plough  up-turn'd,   bewearied  home  : 
While  round  his  laughing  houfhold  gods, 
His  flaves  caroufe  in  merry  fquads. 

Thus  fpoke  the  man  of  cent,  per  cent. 
On  rural  pleafures  firmly  bent ; 
He  ftraitway  call'd  his  money  in, 
A'farmers  bufinefs  to  begin  ; 


EP  ODES   OF  H  OR  ACE.  155 

But  ere  a  month  pafs'd  fleeting  by, 
He  loan'd  it  out  again  on  ufury. 

Arundel,  February  24,    1783. 


EPODE  III.     To  MEC^ENAS. 

SHOULD  any  wretch  in  horrid  ire, 
With  impious  hand  deftroy  his  lire  ! 
On  Garlic  let  the  villain  feed, 
Than  hemloc  a  more  naufeous  \veedj 
O  'tis  a  damn'd  infernal  feafl  ! 
Which  none  but  peafants  can  digeft  : 
Sure  viper's  gore  hath  ftain'cl  my  food, 
Aud  hurl'd  its  venom  through  my  blood  ; 
Or  elfe  Canidias  pois'nous  breath 
Hath  touch'd  the  curfed  herb  with  death  : 
Too  fure  Medea  did  with  garlic 
Befmear  her  Argonaut  fo  warlike, 
By  which  the  fiery  bulls  he  broke 
Submiflive  to  a  foreign  yoke. 
Dipt  in  its  juice  Creufady'dy 
And  haplefs  Jafon  mourn'd  his  bride  ; 
By  this,  reveng'd  her  flighted  love, 
Then  through  the  air  her  ferpents  drove. 
Such  heat  as  rages  through  my  veins        ~\ 
Ne'er  fcorch'd  the  dry  Apulian  plains, 
When  peftilential  Sirius  reigns.  J 

Kor  did  the  invenorn'd  ihirt  infeft 
The  flout  Aid des*  manly  breaft, 
With  fuch  dire  pains. — But  fhould  my  friend, 
My  merry  lord  again  offend, — 
May  the  dear  girl  whom  you  would  kifs, 
With  hand  oppos'd  deny  the  blifs  j 
i  At  diftance  lie  nor  grant  delight, 
But  turn  her  back  the  live-long  night. 

Morriflown,   1777.  EPCDE 


EPODES   OF  HORACE. 
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EPODE   IV.     To  SEXTUS  MENA, 

A  FREED  MAN   of  Po  M  p  E  Y  . 

Addrejjed  to  HAMILTON  BA  LAN  TINE,  Efq.  a  Titular 
Colonel  in  the  Britijh  Jervice ,  Jtnce  hanged  at  Charlejlvn, 
S.  C.  ly  order  of  Gen.  Lincoln* 

AS  wolves  by  nature  difagrce 
With  lambs,   fo  I  bafe  wretch  with  theej 
"Whofe  iides  and  legs  do  ftiil  retain 
The  marks  of  whips  and  fervile  chain. 
Though  of  vaft  riches  vainly  proud, 
A  rafcal  ftill  thou  art  allow'd  : 
When  with  fix  ells  of  gown  in  tail, 
The  holy  way  in  ftate  you  trail, 
Do  you   not  hear  the  fneering  boys 
Infult  you  with  inceffant  noife  ? 
"  There  goes  the  dog,   with  whipping  flay'd, 
Till  ev'ry  bailiff  loath'd  his  trade  ! 
What  numerous  acres  now  he  ploughs, 
What  pomp  and  equipage  he  (hews, 
Sits  forcmoft  at  the  play  in  fpite 
Of  OMs  laws,   a  worthy  knight. 

In  vain  our  navies  fight  for  peace, 
And  chace  the  pirates  from  the  feas, 
While  fuch  a  villain  has  a  {hare, 
Or  claims  a  glory  in  the  war  ! 

Philadelphia,    1779. 

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EPODE  V.      On   toe  WITCH  CANIDIA. 

T5UT  O,  ye  gods !   whofe  influence  fways 
•*-*  The  Heav'ns,  the  earth,  and  mortal  ways  ! 

What 


EPODES  CF  HORACE.  157 

What  mean  thofe  tumults  that  I  fee, 
Thofe  frightful  looks  all  bent  on  me  ? 
If  ever  chafte  Lucinas  power, 
Avail'd  thee  at  thy  painful  hour  ; 
O  !   by  thy  precious  babes  declare, 
This  robe  of  purple  which  I  wear, 
But  wear  in  vain,   by  Jove  on  high 
(Who  will  avenge  this  butchery) 
Like  ftep-dames  why  thofe  ciifmal  frowns, 
Or  tyger  which  the  huntfman  wounds  ? 

While  thus  the  youth  prefers  his  prayer, 
The  hags  his  facred  veftments  tear ; 
His  beauteous  ikin  expos'd  to  view, 
Which  might  a  Thracian  witch  fubdue. 
With  hair  defhevell'd,  wreath'd  with  fnakes, 
Canldia  thus  the  lilence  breaks  : — 
"  Burn  with  the  magic  fire  ofColchos 
Fig-trees  wild,   from  drear  fepulchres  ; 
Cyprefs  branches,   which  are  torn 
From  fome  lonefome,   dreary  urn. 
Feathers  of  a  fcreeching  owl, 
With  her  eggs,  obfcene  and  foul, 
Bring  them  well  befmear'd  with  blood 
Of  a  filthy,  loathfome  toad  $ 
Bring  the  pois'nous  weeds  of  Spainy 
And  Thejjalicts  diftant  plain, 
Pregnant  with  envenom'd  juice, 
Which  in  plenty  they  produce  : 
And  to  make  the  philtre  rich, 
Snatch  a  bone  from  hungry  bitch  !" 
With  hair  erect  like  hunted  fwine, 
Or  briftly  back  of  porcupine, 
Now  Sagana  in  tuck'd  up  gown, 
Sprinkles  infernal  waters  round. 
But  Vela  deaf  to  all  remorfe, 
Employs  the  fpade  with  feeble  force, 
To  dig  a  grave,   and  ftrait  therein 
JnterM  the  tripling  to  the  chin ; 

Jufc 


158  EPODES   OF   HORACE. 

Juft  like  a  fwimmcr  on  the  flood, 

Up  to  the  neck  inhum'd  he  ftood  ; 

There  dainties  chang'd  from  day  to  day 

He  only  faw,   and  pin'd  away  : 

That  from  his  eyes  bedim'd  with  pain, 

By  gazing  on  the  food  in  vain, 

The  marrow  dri'd,   with  fervid  heat, 

And  liver  parch'd, — they  might  complete 

A  magic  dofe,   with  power  to  move 

The  moft  infenfible  to  love. 

Naples  renown'd  for  floth  and  eafe, 

With  all  the  neighb'ring  villages, 

Believe,   that  whore  of  common  fame, 

Folia  was  prefent  at  the  fame  : 

She  who  by  fpells  can  conjure  down 

The  moon  and  num'rous  ftars  around. 

Here  the  arch  fiend  Canidia  gnaws 

Her  unpar'd  thumb  with  livid  jaws. 

In  accents  horrid  to  be  namM, 

Thus  the  infernal  hag  exclaim'd : 

ff  Ye  powers  who  rule  the  myftic  rite, 

Diana  ahd  the  filcnt  night, 

Affift  our  orgies  here  below, 

And  fliow'r  down  vengeance  on  my  foe  ! 

While  beaRs  afleep,  are  peaceful  laid, 

In  horrid  den  or  gloomy  {hade  j 

Let  barking  village  dogs  cxpofe 

The  doating  letcher  as  he  goes, 

With  philtres  fmearM  from  foot  to  head, 

Such  as  before  I  never  made. 

What  !— fhall  Medea  s  fpells  prevail, 

And  all  my  incantations  fail, 

Who  could  by  charms  like  thcfe  remove, 

The  haughty  rival  of  her  love  ? 

Wrapt  in  a  pois'nous  robe,   the  fair 

In  flames  expir'd  .though  Crew's  heir. 

Each  herb  and  root  full  well  I  know, 

Their  fecret  powers  and  where  they  grow: 

Tet 


EPOBES  of  HORACE. 


Yet  Yarns  all  my  {kill  defies, 
And  peaceful  with  fome  harlot  lies  5 
Perfum'd  with  fragrant  efTence  he, 
Nor  fpeaks,   or  thinks,  or  dreams  of  me, 
And  faithlefs  walks  at  liberty, 
Freed  by  fome  mightier  witch  than  I. 
But  focn  I'll  force  his  fickle  mind,  » 
By  fpclls  unufual  to  be  kind  ; 
Nor  fliall  the  marfi's  charms  have  power 
Thy  wonted  freedom  to  reftore. 
To  bend  thee  Yarns  to  my  will, 
With  ftronger  draughts,  a  bowl  I'll  fill  : 
Sooner  fhall  earth  and  feas  arife, 
And  downward  fink  the  vaulted  fkies, 
Than  he  not  burn  with  fond  defire, 
As  melts  this  pitch  in  liquid  fire. 

Thus  fhe  ;  —  the  boy  with  prayers  no  more 
Invokes  their  pity  as  before, 
But  doubtful  what  to  utter  firft, 
Thus  with  Thyeftes*  rage  he  cur  ft  : 
*'  Though  withcraft  may  with  hellifli  tongue$ 
Confound  the  rules  of  right  and  wrong  : 
Yet  fuch  damn'd  crimes  of  black  intent, 
Shall  meet  a  ten-  fold  punifhment. 
My  curfes  ftill  fliall  blaft  the  deed, 
"While  fruitlefs  all  your  offerings  bleed  ; 
For  when  this  languid  body  dies, 
A  nightly  fury  will  1  rife, 
My  fpechre  flitting  through  the  air, 
With  crooked  nails  your  cheeks  ihall  tear, 
And  hov'ring  o'er  your  guilty  bread, 
Will  banifh  thence  the  fweets  of  reft  ; 
With  ceafelefs  torments  I'll  purfue,  — 
Such  is  the  power  of  ghofts  below. 
The  fhouting  mob  your  way  fhall  harafs, 
And  crufh  with  ftones  each  filthy  carcafe  5 
Unburied  v/hile  your  members  lay, 
For  wolves  and  hungry  birds  a  prey, 

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i6o  EPODES  OF  HORACE. 

My  haplcfs  parents  fliall  enjoy 
This  vengeance  for  their  lucklefs  boy. 
Roxbury,    17/5. 


EPODE  VI.     To   CASIUS   S  E  V  E  R  U  S, 

A  SCURRILOUS  RHIMER. 
dddreJTed  to  all  whom  it  may  concern. 

CURS'D   dog,  why  will  you  ftill  provoke, 
And  fnarl  at  inoffenfive  folk  ? 
But  hang  your  ears  and  drop  your  tail, 
And  never  dare  the  wolf  afTail. 
Turn  mungrel  turn  your  ranc'rous  fphe,-— 
Come  bark  at  me  who  dare  to  bite  ; 
For  like  a  maftiffor  a  hound, 
That  faithful  guards  the  Ihepherd's  ground, 
With  ears  erect,  through  fnows  I  go, 
And  ev'ry  flying  beaft  purfue  ; 
"While  you  who  make  the  foreft  burfl 
With  noife,   will  truckle  for  a  cruft. 

Beware,  beware  my  anger  burns  I 
At  curs  I  dart  my  pointed  horns, 
Sharp  as  Arckilocus9  his  fong, 
Like  Hipponax  chaftife  a  wrong  ; 
If  malice  ftabs  my  fame,  lhali  I, 
Like  a  whip'd  child,  fit  down  and  cry  ? 

Dover,    1778. 


EPODE  VII.     To   THE  ROMAN  PEOPLE. 
Addrefffd  to  the  Infurgents  in  Maffacbitfetts  Bay* 

VT7 HITHER  mad  Romans  do  you  run, 

*  ^     Your  fwords  unflieath'd  and  war  begun, 
Has  then  too  little  Latian  blood, 
Been  fpiit  on  earth  and  Neptune's  flood  ?  'Tis 


EPODES   OF  HORACE. 

'Tis  not  'gainft  Carthage'  rival  fame, 

You  light  the  dread,  vindictive  flame  ; 

That  Britons  yet  untam'd  and  free, 

Might  grace  in  chains  the  facred  way. 

No  !  —  Rome  by  her  own  hand  muft  bleed, 

To  pleafe  the  Parthian  and  the  Medc  ! 

Lyons  and  wolves  lefs  cruel  are, 

For  they  will  wolves  and  lyons  fpare. 

Is  madnefs,  —  or  fuperior  fate, 

Or  crimes  the  horrid  caufe,  —  relate  ! 

They  paufe  !  —  while  palenefs  fpreads  each  face, 

And  ev'ry  guilty  thought  betrays. 

JTis  fo  !  —  the   deftinies  ordain 

Dire  vengeance  for(  a  brother  (lain  •, 

And  Remus'  blood  unjuftly  fpilt, 

Calls  us  to  fuffer  for  our  fathers'  guilt. 

Philadelphia,    1780, 

EPODE  VIII.     To  A  LEWD  OLD  WOMAN. 

AND  do  you  wretch  (deform'd  with  age, 
Now  ftinking  on  life's  utmqft  ftage, 
Whofe  teeth  are  ting'd  with  faffron  dye, 
And   face  with  wrinkles  all  awry) 
Alk  why  my      * 
And  whence  this      *  *? 


*  * 

*  * 


What  though  you  boaft  nobility, 

Your  wealth,  and  antient  pedigree  ! 

What  though  your  friends  in  crowds  appear, 

When  you  are  dead  to  grace  the  bier, 

Bearing  a  train  of  ftatues  by, 

To  prove  your  noble  anceilry  ! 

What 


EPQDES  OF  HORACE. 


What  though  no-  lady  walks  the  mall, 
With  jewels  half  adorn'd  fo  well  ! 


E  P  O  D  E  IX.     To    M  E  C  &  N  A  S. 

Addrejfed  to  the  Right  Honorable  Major-general  ^11.1^1- 
AM,  EARL  of  STERLING. 

WHEN  fhall  we  quaff  the  mellow  wine, 
Referv'd  for  feafts  and  joys  divine, 
And  pour  to  Jove  libations  high 
For  Cttfar  and  for  victory  ? 
Beneath  thy  ample  roof,   my  lord, 
Where  plenty  fmiles  at  feftal  board, 
When  fhall  we  hear  the  Lydian  flute, 
Join'd  with  the  graver  Doric  lute  ? 
Such  mulic  as  of  late  you  gave, 
When  o'er  the  wide  Sicilian  wave 
Young  Pompey  fled,   his  fleet  on   fire, 
Though  boafting  Neptune  for  his  fire  ; 
When  o'er  the  ftatejthofe  chains  were  fhock. 
Which  from  perfidious  flaves  he  took  ? 

A  Roman  foldier,  bafely  brave, 
Now  (loops  a  haughty  woman's  Have  ; 
A  woman  rules  thofe  vet'ran  bands, 
A  wither'd  eunuch  gives  commands  ; 
While  fol  the  canopy  furvey'd, 
Amid  our  eagles  wide  difplay'd. 
At  fuch  a  fight  the  Gauls  were  fir'd, 
And  with  their  troops  and  fleets  retir'd  ; 
To  Cafar's  warlike  legions  fled, 
And  conqueft  o'er  his  banners  fpread. 
Our  fons  fhall  blufh  in  future  times, 
To  read  the  annals  of  our  crimes. 

While 


EPODES    OF  HORACE.  163 

"While  loud  triumphal  IO's  ring, 
Hither  the  golden  chariots  bring  ; 
The   oxen  yet  untcim'd  prepare, 
With  all  the  glorious  fpcils  of  war. 
Triumph  divine  !    can  hiftory  name 
An  equal  to  jAugiifius*  fame  ? 
Not  Marws  fo  far  rsnown'd} 
With  all  Jugurika's  laurels  crown'd  ; 
Nor  mighty  Scipio  could  boaft 
(Though  Carthage  fmoaking  in  the  duft, 
Rais'd  to  his  worth  a  lafting  tomb, 
And  fent  him  glorious  back  to  Rome) 
A  name  like  Ccsfar's* 
Vanquifh'd  by  fea  and  land,   the  foe 
A  flumes  the  humble  garb  of  woe  : 
With  adverfe  winds  and  ruin'd  fleet, 
He  feeks  the  hundred  towns  of  Crete  ; 
Or  o'er  the  Syrtes  fpeeds  his  way, 
A  vagrant  tofs'd  from  fea  to  fea. 
Thefe  cups  are  fm  all,—  here,  boy  produce 
A  bowl  replete  with  Chian  juice  ! 
Circle  the  imiling  goblet  round, 
With  Lefoian,   or  Cecubian  crown'd  ; 
Which  may  thefe  flck'ning  qualms  allay, 
And  drive  ail  naufecus  fumes  away  : 
The  fnark'iing  juice  our  fouls  fhall  warm, 
Nor  Ccefar's  danger  more  alarm. 

Camp  at  New-Brunfwick,  July  5,    1778. 


EPODE  X.     ToM^EVIUS. 

Addreffid  to  Sis  Excellency  the  Right  Honorable  JOHN 
EARL  of  DUN  MORE,  late  Governor  of  Virginia,  Pi 
rate,  Kidnapper,  and  Negro-Merchant,  on  his  depar 
ture  fir  England. 

\T7HEN  fetid  Mavius  fpreads  the  fail 

k.  *  y     May  ev'ry  luckleis  fign  prevail  !  Let 


i  $4  EPODES  OF   HORACE. 

Let  fouth  winds  raife  the  billowy  tides, 

And  lafli  his  vefTel's  feeble  fides  ; 

"While  Eurus  ev'ry  oar  difables, 

Swells  the  rough  feas  and  parts  his  cables. 

May  the  fierce  northwind  roufe  the  floods, 

As  when  he  tears  the  lofty  woods. 

Let  not  a  ftar,   with  friendly  light, 

Difpel  the  horrors  of  the  night  ; 

But  fad  Orion's  rays  illume, 

And  faintly  twinkle  through  the  gloom. 

May  you  Aich  ftormy  waves  enjoy, 

As  tofs'd  the  conq'ring  Greeks  from  Troy  ; 

When  Pallas  chang'd  her  dreadful  ire 

From  haplefs  //«>«,  wrap'd  in  fire, 

With  fatal  vengeance  to  purfue 

The  impious  Ajax  and  his  crew. 

See  the  poor  failors  fweat  apace  ! 
A  dirty  palenefs  fpreads  your  face  : 
Nor  fhall  thofe  girlifh  fcreamings  move 
Companion  in  the  breaft  of  Jove. 
The  winds  fliall  ev'ry  timber  break, 
'And  gaping  waves  devour  the  wreck. 
But  ihould  your  filthy  carcafe  reach, 
And  fpread  along  the  winding  beach, 
Where  rav'nous  Buzzards  on  the  fliore, 
The  putrid  carrion  may  devour  ; — 
A  luftful  goat  and  lamb  fliall  bleed, 
To  thank  the  tempeft  for  the  deed. 

Philadelphia,  July  31,    1782. 


ODE  XI.     To    PETTI  US. 

AddrejTsd    to    Lieutenant    Colonel   Anthony    Walton    Au- 
tsrbridgc  White ,    cf  the  Light  Cavalry. 

SINCE  cruel  love  poflefs'd  my  heart, 
No  more  I  boafl  the  lyric  art ; 

Lorg 


EPODES  OF  HORACE.  itfj 

Love  ev'ry  thought  and  wifh  poflefTes, 
For  beauteous  girls  and  tender  lafies. 
Three  cold  Decembers  now  have  part, 
And  ftrip'd  the  groves  with  ftormy  blair, 
Since  Horace  tailed  liberty, 
And  from  Inaclnas  charms  was  free. 

0  !  what  a  by-word  was  I  grown, 
The  talk  of  ev'ry  fop  in  town  ! 

1  blufli  to  hear  thofe  revels  nam'd, 
Where  I  my  weaknefs  have  proclaimed  ; 
Where  oft  a  fllent  language  iliews, 
And  deep-fetch'd  iighs,  the  lover's  woes. 
Soon  as  the  god  with  chearful  bowl, 
Had  open'd  all  my  inmoft.foul, 

There  in  the  bitternefs  of  pain, 
To  you,   my  Pettius  I  complain  : 
How  fools  o'er  men  of  genius  rife, 
And  wealth  from  merit  bears  the  prize  ! 
But  if  a  manly  rage  infpire, 
And  all  my  ioul  refentments  fire, — 
No  more  thofe  flavifh  cares  fhall  bind, 
Henceforth  I  give  them  to  the  wind. 
No  more  thofe  remedies  I'll  prove, 
Which  add,  but  do  not  conquer  love  ; 
My  follies  here  (hall  have  an  end, 
Nor  with  fuch  rivals  more  contend. 
When  thus  I  talk'd  and  fwore  with  you, 
Soon  as  we  part  and  bid  adieu, 
My  feet  the  path  forbidden  tread, 
And  to  thofe  friendlefs  doors  are  led  ; 
Whereon  the  threfhold  full  of  pain, 
I  lay  my  lortur'd  fides  again. 
Lycifca  now  the  blooming  fair, 
Is  all  my  wim,   my  only  care, 
Let  friends  advife  or  let  them  blame, 
I  ftill  doLit  on  am  flill  the  fame  ; 
Nought  can  this  malady  remove, 
But  fuch  another  fit  of  love, 

Some 


166.         EPODES   OF    HORACE. 

Some  beauteous  maid  that's  kind  as  fair, 
Who  ties  in  knots  her  curling  hair. 

Philadelphia,    1778. 


EPODE  XII.     Againjt  a  deforme$  eld  BELDAME 


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EPODE  XIII.     To  HIS  FRIENDS. 

ANACREONTIC. 
Addreffid  to  tie  Officers  of  my  Regiment. 

HARK  !   what  dreadful  ftorms  arife, 
See  what  tempefts  cloud  the  Ikies, 
Showers  of  rain  and  driving  fnow, 
Fill  the  atmofphere  below  •, 
Thracian  north  winds  rudely  fweep 
O'er  the  forefts  and  the  deep  ! 
While  our  cheeks  are  rofy,  gay, 
Let  us  feize  the  prefent  day  ; 
Wrinkled  age  our  mirth  dcflroys, 
Youth's  the  time  for  fport  and  joys. 
Bring  us  out  the  mellow'd  wine, 
Mark'd  with  years  that  equal  mine, 
When  Tcrquatus  fill'd.  the  chair; 
This  will  drowrr  afflicting  care. 
Why  fhould  we  repine  at  fate  ? 
Better  times  may  yet  await. 
Now  let  Perfian  ointment  flied 
Sweeteft  odours  round  the  head  ; 
While  the  harp's  melodious  lay, 
Drives  defponding  thoughts  away.  To 


EPODES  OF  HORACE.  167 

To  his  pupil  brave  and  young, 
Thus  the  noble  Chiron  fung  :  — 
((  Born  of  Thetis^  —  matchlefs  boy, 
You  muft  hence  to  haplefs  Troy, 
Which  Scamander's  gentle  waves, 
And  the  rapid  Sirnois  laves  : 
There  your  thread  of  life  muft  end, 
So  the  fifter-fates  intend  ; 
Nor  fliall  fea-born  Thetis  more, 
Waft  you  to  your  native  fhore. 
Then  let  mirth  and  fongs  abound, 
And  in  wine  oblivious  drown, 
Gloomy  forrows  and  defpair, 
Wine's  the  antidote  for  care. 

Camp  at  White  Marih,  Dec.  1777. 


t  EPODE   XIV.     To   MEC-&NAS. 

NO  more  fuch  keen  reproaches  fend, 
O  kill  me  not,  my  noble  friend  ! 
Nor  afk  why  lazy  (loth  hath  fpread 
A  fleepy  dullnefs  o'er  my  head, 
As  if  with  arid  throat  I  quafF'd 
From  Lethe's  wave,   a  plenteous  draught. 
A  god  commands,  I  muft  obey, 
A  god  reftrains  my  willing  lay, 
Unfinim'd  lies  th'  Iambic  fong, 
So  long  begun  and  promised  long. 
Thus  \vhen  the  young  Bathylla  fir'd, 
And  all  Anacreon's  foul  infpir'd, 
To  love-fick  numbers  unconfin'd, 
He  tun'd  his  harp  to  footh  his  mind. 
E'en  you,  my  lord,  have  felt  the  fmart, 
And  known  the  power  of  Cupid's  dart  ! 

D  d  But 

•f   Francis  has  not  inferted  this  epode  in  his  tranflation,   for  what  rca  on 
I  cannot  fay,  unlefs  he  conceives  it  to  be  fpurious, 


i6S  EPODES  OF  HORACE. 

But  if  a  nobler  flame  employ, 
Than  fhe  who  fir'd  ill-fated  Troy  ;— 
Praife  your  good  luck,   for  haplefs  f, 
Confum'd  with  love,   for  Phryne  die  ; 
Late  a  poor  flave, — yet  I  adore 
An  am'rous  jilt  and  wanton  whore. 

Arundel,    1780. 

1&8iS®l8SSG^^ 

E  P  O  D  E  XV.     To   N  E  ./E  R  A. 

i 

Addrefjed'to  Jilt:  of  all  defections. 

THE  moon  was  bright,  the  Heav'ns  ferene, 
Clear  fhone  the  ftars  amid  the  fcene, — 
"When  round  my  neck,   as  curls  the  vine, 
(Its  folds  are  loofe  compar'd  with  thine) 
'Twas  then,  prepared  t'  offend  the  Ikies 
By  broken  vows  and  perjuries, 
As  I  pronounc'd,   you  boldly  {wore, 
That  wolves  fhould  hunt  the  flocks  no  morer 
That  dread  Orion's  angry  ftar, 
No  more  fhould  wint'ry  tempefts  rear, 
Or  Phoebus'  locks  foft  zephyrs  move, 
When  you,   Neccra  ccas'd  to  love, 
Ah  !   perjur'd  fair,   the  time  fhall  comCj 
When  you  my  virtue  iliall  bemoan  ! 
But  if  my  foul  dares  yet  be  brave, 
And  Horace  is  not  ftill  a  flave  ; 
Think  not  I  always  thus  can  fee 
Such  marks  of  your  in  con  ft  an  cy  : 
No  !    I  will  flmn  the  cloy'd  embrace, 
And  loath  each  proftituted  grace  ; 
Some  gent'ler  fair,   of  equal  charms, 
With  mutual  love  fhall  fill  my  arms. 
Thus  when  inflnm'd  with  honeft  rage, 
Think  not  your  whining  can  affuagc, 

Or 


EPODES   OF  HORACE.  169 

Or  all  your  grief,   though  ne'er  fo  true, 
My  fteady  purpofe  will  fubdue. 

And  thou,  vain  wretch,  whoe'er  thou  art, 
Gay  rival  of  my  fair  one's  heart, 
Who  riot  in  thofe  charms  divine, 
Thofe  charms  which  once  were  only  mine  ! 
Though  rich  in  land,   though  large  thy  fold, 
Though  rivers  flow  for  thee  with  gold, 
Though  you  pofTefs'd  Pythag'ras'  lore, 
"Who  could  his  waning  youth  reftore, 
'With  face  as  fair  and  skin  as  bright 
As  Kerens y  lovely  to  the  fight : — 
Abandon'd  by  th'  inconftant  fair, 
Like  me  you'll  love,  like  me  defpair, 
Like  me  her  curs'd  deceit  {hall  mourn, 
While  I  (hall  triumph  in  my  turn. 


EPODE   XVI.     To    THE    ROMANS. 

NOW  civil  wars  confume  another  age, 
And  Rome  muft  fall  by  its  own  native  rage. 
What  all  the  neighb'ring  Marfi  could  difplay, 
The  threat'ning  force  of  Tufcan  Porfenna, 
Proud  Capua,  rival  of  our  force  and  fame, 
Or  Thracian  Spartacus'  all-dreaded  name  \ 
What  Gaul  perfidious,   deftitute  of  truth, 
With  fierce  Germania,  and  her  blue-ey'd  youth  ; 
Nor  Hannibal i  more  terrible  than  all, 
(On  whom  our  father's  imprecations  fall) 
In  vain  attempted  ;   we  an  impious  brood, 
Bred  up  in  carnage  and  inur'd  to  blood, 
Shall  overturn  by  curs'd  inteftine  wars, 
And  leave  ourruin'd  town  to  prowling  bears. 
Then  the  Barbarian  with  infulting  pride, 
And  founding  hoofs  fliali  through  our  cities  ride  \ 
Quirinus*  aihes  with  our  fathers'  torn, 
(O   horrid  fight  !)  fliali  fcattcr  from  their  urn. 

But 


170  EPODES   OF  HORACE. 

But  fome,  perhaps,   t'  efcape  thofc  threatened  woes, 

Would  (Heaven  infpire)   a  better  fcheme  propole. 

Here  refts  our  hope,  here  all  our  fafety  lies, 

J^ike  the  free  born  Phocseans,    timely  wife, 

Some  happier  region  fondly  to  explore, 

Forfook  their  city  and  accurfed  fhore  ; 

Their  gods,  their  fhrines,  their  cultur'd  fields  and  home, 

Where  wolves  might  dwell  and  favage  lions  roam  : — 

Let's  fly  far  hence  and  feek  a  place  to  live, 

Where  feas  {hall  waft,   or  friendly  winds  may  drive. 

Declare  !    or  does  this  fage  advice  prevail  ? 

Shall  we  with  lucky  omens  hoift  the  fail  ? 

But  let  us  fwear  ne'er  to  return  again, 

Till  ftones  up-rifing  float  upon  the  main  ; 

Till  lowly  Po  fhall  water  the  Alpines,  -» 

Old  ocean  drown  the  tow'ring  Appenines,  ^ 

And  monft'rous  love  the  hind  and  tyger  joins  :  J 

Doves  with  the  hawk  unite,   and  fheep  no  more, 

Fly  from  their  folds  01  dread  the  lion's  roar  ; 

When  goats  no  more  in  flow'ry  meads  recline, 

But  fport  on  feas  and  quaff  the  ftormy  brine. 

To  this  when  we  have  all  devoutly  fworn, 

And  cut  offev'ry  hope  of  fweet  return, 

Let  us  embarkc  and  leave  this  curfed  place 

To  flaves  inglorious  and  a  coward^race. 

Ye  virtuous  few,  unmanly  grief  give  o'er  ! 

While  with  full  fail  we  brave  the  Tufcan  fhore  ! 

The  circling  ocean  for  our  paffage  fmiles, 

Prepar'd  to  waft  us  to  thofe  happy  iiles,  * 

Where  Ceres9  treafures  fpread  th*  uncultur'd  field, 

And  vines  unprun'd  their  yearly  increafe  yield; 

Where  to  their  feafons  true,  the  trees  Impart 

Their  figs  and  olives,  without  human  art. 

From 

*  Some  authors  fuppofe  that  Horace  mea.nt  the  Canaries,  Madeiras  or 
Sammer  Iflands,  when  he  mentions  the  new  and  happy  ifles.  But,  it  is  as 
natural  to  think  that  he  had  fome  undifcovered  land  in  thought,  which 
may  be  as  natural  to  fuppofe  was  America  and  her  Weft-India  iflands  ;  as 
Horace  was  a  lover  of  good  liquor,  and  good  company,  it  is  no  wonder  he 
fhould  prophecy  of  Hifpaniola,  Jamaicn,  Earbadoes,  &c.  where  he  could 
have  fuch  a  plenty  of  both,  after  the  emigrants  by  care  and  induflry,  flioulJ 
have  brought  thofe  iflands  to  a  proper  ftatc  of  cultivation. 


EPODES   OF  HORACE.  171 

From  hollow  oaks  the  fragrant  honey  drops, 

And  murm'ring  rills  Jefcend  from  mountain  tops  : 

There  goats  uncall'd,  with  dugs  that  never  fail, 

And  friendly  flocks  with  milk  o'erflow  the  pail, 

Around  the  fold  no  bear  is  known  to  prowl, 

Nor  creeping  ferpcnts  hifs  from  pols'nous  hole  5 

Therewe  fhall  reft  mid  varied  fcenes  of  joy, 

Nor  rainy  winds  with  deluges  deftrcy. 

No  fcorching  fun  the  pregnant  harvefts  fear  ; 

But  temp'rate  Jove  with  increafe  crowns  the  year. 

Fam'd  Argcs  and  her  crew,  —  a  defp'rate  band, 

Ne'er  reached  the  fhore  of  this  delightful  land. 

No  Colchian  poiions  blaft  the  happy  plain, 

Nor  merchants  hither  plough  the  uncertain  main  ; 

Nor  fage  UlyJJes  with  his  wand'ring  hoft, 

E'er  bent  their  prows,   or  touch'd  the  blifsful  coaft  : 

The  healthful  flocks  no  foul  contagion  kill, 

Nor  baleful  ftars  the  gladfome  cattle  feel. 

Unftain'd  and  pure  tile  world's  firft  sera's  rolFd, 

Till  brafs  fucceeded  to  an  age  of  gold, 

When  iron  hardening  the  degenerate  times, 

Jove  for  the  good  reierv'd  thofe  peaceful  climes  : 

Hither  by  my  advice  your  rout  purfue, 

rl  hefe  blifsful  feats,   my  friends,   were  made  for  you. 

Philadelphia,    1786. 
c$o^x$ocfcx$oc^^ 

E  P  O  D  E  XVII.     To  C  A  N  I  D  I  A. 


from  this  very  hour, 
I  fuppliant  own  thy  mighty  power. 
But  O  !    by  angry  Diarfs  fhrine, 
By  Pluto's  realms  and  Proferpine, 
By  all  thy  books  of  hocus-pocus, 
Which  can  tear  planets  from  their  focus,  — 
No  more  thofe  conjurations  iing, 
But  backward  turn  t'  y  magic  ring  !  Neretit 


172         EPODES   OF  HO  Ft  ACE. 

Nereu?  grandfon  could  forgive, 
And  bid  the  Myfian  monarch  live  ; 
Though  warring  'gainft  his  vet'ran  bands, 
He  hurl'd  his  dart  with  hoftile  hands. 
"When   Priam  left  the  city  wall, 
And  at  Achilles'  feet  did  fall, 
(Confign'd  to  dogs  and  birds  of  prey, 
Great  Hector  as  he  breathlefs  lay  ; — ) 
The  haughty  chief  by  prayers  was  won, 
And  gave  him  back  his  murder'd  fon; 
O'er  whom  the  Trojan  matrons  mourn, 
And  bear  him  to  the  fplendid  urn. 
Ulyjfcs*  crew  who  plough'd  the  main, 
Pxefum'd  their  human  fhape  again, 
To  reafon,   fenfe  and  fpeech  reftor'd 
So  Circe  will'd  with  magic  word. 
O  thou  whom  tars  and  mobs  admire  ! 
Enough  I  feel  thy  vengeful  ire  ! 
Fled  is  my  youth  my  colour  gone, 
Reduc'd,  alas  !    to  {kin  and  bone  : 
Thy  ointment  whitens  all  my  hair, 
Nor  can  I  any  refpite  fhare« 
Days  follow  days  and  nights  in  vain, 
They  add,  but  do  not  eafe  my  pain  ; 
In  vain  for  breath  I  heave  and  pant, 
My  lungs  their  due  inflation  want : 
Now  I  confefs  by  numerous  harms, 
The  mighty  force  of  Marfian  charms  j 
No  more  thy  powers  I  make  a  jeft, 
They  fplit  the  head  and  rack  the  breaft, 
My  wicked  unbelief  I  mourn, 
What  would  you  more  ? — I  roaft,  I  burn  ! 
O  !   earth  and  feas  and  powers  on  high, 
Like  mighty  Hercules  I  fry  ! 
Not  half  fuch  heat  the  hero  bore,        -j 
"When  he  the  bloody  garment  wore,       [> 
Dipt  in  the  Centaur's  pois'nous  gore  :J 
Nor  fuch  the  fire  that  to  the  {kies, 

^Etna's  blazing  craters  rife.  Yet, 


EPODES   OF   HORACE.  173 

Yet,   like  a  {hop  of  Colchian  bane, 

You  dart  your  venom  thrcngh  each  vein  ; 

Till  into  duft  I  turn  at  laft, 

The  fport  of  ev'ry  vagrant  blaft, 

O  fay  !   what  ranfome  will  afTunge, 

Or  when  {hall  ceafe  thy  burning  rage  ? 

Speak  but  the  word  and  I  obey,— - 

Shall  I  an  hundred  oxen  flay  ? 

Or  fhall  I  to  the  lying  firing, 

Thy  chafte  and  virtuous  actions  (ing  ? 

'ub  thee  a  fiar  and  bid  the  rife, 
'o  grace  the  ftarry-fpangled  fides  ? 

The  bard  whofe  verfes  dar'd  defame 
The  beauteous  Helen's  rnjur'd  fame, 
"Was  to  his  ravifli'd  fight  reftor'd,. 
When  he  the  brother  gods  implor'd. 
Like  them  forgive  my  paft  offences  : 
Thou  canft  reftore  my  crazy  fenfes. 
No  fordid  birth  thy  name  difgraces, 
You  ne'er  difturb'd  the  poor  man's  aflies, 
Nor  do  the  fepulchres  up-turn, 
To  fearch  the  nine  days-buried-urn. 
Thy  heart  ftill  feels  for  human  woes,       ") 
Thy  hand  no  foul  polution  knows, 
A  fruitful  womb  repays  thy  throes  ; 
And  when  from  child-birth  you  arifc, 
The  mother  fparkling  in  your  eyes, 
Ere  the    officious  midwife's  care, 
Can  wafh  the  linen  clean  and  fair, 
Thy  health's  confirm'd  at  every  pore, 
And  thou  art  lovely  as  before. 

Dover,    1784. 

t  St:fich«rus. 


EPODE 


i74  EPODES   CF  HORACE. 

^•^4HHh^^ 

EPODE  XVIII.     CANIDIA's  ANSWER. 

\T7HY  ftill  fatigue  me  with  your  prayers  ? 

Like  rocky  cliffs  I  have  no  ears  5 
E'en  they  are  not  more  deaf  than  I, 
When  fhip-wreck'd  failors  vainly  cry, 
And  wint'ry  tempefts  roaring  fwecp 
The  angry  furface  of  the  deep. 
Shall  you  unpuniih'd  turn  to  fcorn, 
Cotytta's  myft'ries  and  our  own  ? 
Sacred  to  love  and  joys  divine, 
And  like  a  prieft  of  efquiline, 
My  name  defaming  through  the  town, 
To  fpread  abroad  in  vile  lampoon  ? 
Nor  will  it  fave  you  to  enrich, 
With  pamper'd  gifts,  fome  foreign  witch, 
To  mix  the  draught  in  vain  you  ftrive, 
Spite  of  yourfelf,  you  fhall  furvive  : 
Your  hated  life  ihall  ftill  remain 
To  feel  variety  of  pain. 
Starving  amid  the  dainty  feaft, 
The  fire  of  Pelops  prays  for  reft  : 
Prometheus  while  the  vulture  preys, 
Longs  for  a  fhort  refpite  of  eafe  j 
And  Sifyphus  with  ceafelefs  groan, 
Labors  to  fix  the  rolling  ftone. 
In  vain  the  bleflings  they  require  ! 
For  Jove  forbids  their  juft  defire. 
Thus  from  fome  fteeple's  airy  height, 
You  downwards  urge  your  headlong  flight ; 
Now  try  the  dagger's  polilh'd  blade, 
Or  knit  the  noofe  for  felons  made  ; 
Nor  fwords  or  gallows  can  avail, 
My  potent  fpells  fliall  ftill  prevail. 
Then  on  your  refty  back  I'll  ride, 
And  earth  fliall  tremble  at  my  pride. 

Shall 


EPODES  OF  HORACE.  17* 

Shall  I,  who  by  the  power  of  art, 
Can  life  to  waxen  forms  impart, 
(Curfe  on  your  pimping  you  was  there) 
Tear  down  bright  Luna  from  her  fpherc, 
Can  bid  the  dead,   though  burnt,  refpirc, 
And  mix  the  cup  of  fierce  defire, — 
Shall  I,   alas!    then  grieve  to  fee, 
Mv  charms  have  no  eftect  on  thee  ? 


Dover,    1784, 


End  of  the  Epodcs, 


E  e 


CARMEN  SECULARE. 


THE 


SECULAR   POEM, 


COMPOSED 


AT  THE  EXPRESS  COMMAND  OF 


AUGUSTUS. 


Horatio  fe  cut  are  Carmen  componendtim  Augujlus  tnjunxit, 

SUETONEUS. 


PHILADELPHIA: 
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THE 

SECULAR  POEM 


Addreffed  to  the  Honorable  THOMAS  M'KEAN,  Efquirc, 
L.  L.  D.  Chief  Juftice  ok  the  Commonwealth  of  Perm- 
fylvania,  Vice-Prefident  of  the  Order  of  Cincinnatus, 
late  Prefident  of  Congrefs,  and  Member  for  the  Dela 
ware  State. 


Pro  Imperil  Rcmani  incolumiiaie. 
INVOCATION  TO   HIS  LYRE. 

at  eafe  beneath  a  {hade, 

Lib.  i.  J^   We  together  e'er  have  play'd 
Songs  that  may  with  time  contend, 
Harmonious  lyre  ! — now  be  a  friend  ! 
Cccfar  commands, — odedicnt  hear  , 

Pioufe  the  bold  ftrain,   begin  a  Roman  air. 

Thee,   ALdSus  firft  infpir'd 

Thee,   with  martial  notes  he  fir'd  : 

Fierce  in  war  ! — 'mid  wild  commotion, 

On  the  field,   or  ftormy  ocean  ; 

Or  when  fafely  brought  to  land, 

Thee,  he  toueli'd  with  matchlefs  hand. 

Bacchus,  rofy  god  of  wine, 
Venus,   Ci'p'tJy    and  the  Niue, 
Lye  us  tco,   devinely  fair, 
"With  his  jetty  eyes  and  hair  : 
Thefe  upon  the  founding  firing  : 
Thcfe  he  never  fail'JL  tc  frig. 

Charming 


i8o  S  E  C  U  L  A  P,    P  O  E  M. 

Charming  fhell ! — Apollo's  love, 
Welcome  at  the  feafts  of  Jove  ! 
When  I  call  thee,  be  my  gueft, 
Lull  my  cares,  my  toils  to  reft. 

THE  POET  TO  THE  PEOPLE. 


Ode  i.  X7"E  vulgar  hence,  nor  dare  profane, 

JL      Nor  with  unhallowed  eyes  furvey, 
The  facred  myfteries  of  the  fcene  ; 
I  fcornyou  all,  the  great,  the  gay  ! 
While  I  the  Mufes'  prieft  eflay 

To  virgins  without  ftain, 
And  fpotlefs  youths,   to  chaunt  the  confecrated  ftrain, 

To  lie  CHORUS   af  YOUTHS   and  VIRGINS. 


Lib,  4.  Plxzbus  breath'd  the  facred  fire  ; 
'  Taught  me  how  to  ftrike  the  lyre. 

AIR. 

Phoebus  rais'd  my  humble  fame, 
Honor'd  with  a  poet's  name. 
Maids  and  youths  from  nobles  fprung, 
Liften'd  fondly  to  my  fong. 
Happy  fouls  !  the  guardian  care, 
Cf  D'lana  chafte  and  fair  ; 
She  who  flays  the  flying  hart, 
And  the  lynx  with  certain  dart, 
They  fhall  favor  all  my  lays, 
They  fhall  chaunt  my  deathlefs  praife. 

CHORUS. 

Phabus  breath'd  the  facred  fire, 
Taught  me  how  to  ftrike  the  lyre. 

PiECITATIVE. 

Thfin  let  our  fongs  exulting  rife, 
To  praife  the  god  who  gilds  the  ikies  ; 
Latvia's  fon  in  radiance  bright, 
And  Luna  with  her  bending  light  5 

WhQ 


SECULAR    POEM.  181 

Who  rolls  the  months  in  fwift  career, 
And  crowns  with  fruit  the  happy  year. 
The  lovely  nymph  with  chearful  mind, 
Whom  Hymen's  pleaiing  fetters  bind, 
Shall   (as  her  annual  bridal  day 
Returns;  with  fignal  pleafure  fay, 
"  This  day  a  folemn  hymn  I  rals'd, 
"   A  hymn  with  which  the  gods  were  plcas'd. 

CHORUS. 

Horace,  breath'd  the  {train  divine, 
Horace,   be  the  glory  thine. 

FIRST     CONCERT, 
HYMN      roA      POLLO. 

CHORUS   of  YOUTHS   and  VIRGINS. 

RECITATIVE. 

TO  thee  lewd  Tityos  bow'd, 
And  Niobe  profane  ; 

Whofe  numerous  offspring  round  her  ftrew'd, 
Were  by  thy  darts  untimely  flain. 

AIR. 

though  fam'd  in  war, 
And  fprung  from  Thetis,   fea-born  fair  ; 
Though  Troy  oft  trembled  at  his   fpear, 
And  ev'ry  Dardan  heart  with  fear  : 
Yet  to  thy  wrath  became  a  prey, 
He  fell  before  the  god  of  day ; 
As  oaks  in  ftorms  beftrew  the  ground, 
Or  pines  which  biting  axes  wound. 
RECITATIVE. 
Thus  fell  the  hero  prone, 
A  victim  to  thy  power  5 
Faft-flow'd  his  blood  ;   and  with  a  groan 
Deftain'd  the  Dardan  fhorc. 

AIR* 

He  fcorn'd  Minerva's  treach'rous  horfe, 
He  knew  no  art  but  open  force  : 


A 

Wh 

Pe/iaes 


i82  S  E  C  U  L  A  R    P  O  EM. 

Nor  would  he  Priam's  court  annoy, 
Elate  with  wine  and  feftal  joy  ; — 
But  fword  in  hand  attack'd  the  foe, 
Mother  and  babe  promifcuous  flew  : 
The  child  juft  lifping  met  its  doom  : 
He  burnt  the  infant  in  the  womb. 

RECITATIVE. 

But  mov'd  by  thy  aufpicious  prayer, 
And  Venus9  laughter — loving  fair  ! 
Jove  gave  a  nod,   and  from  on  high, 
AlTenting,  iliook  the  vaulted  iky. 

AIR, 
"  Troy  fliall  again  arife, 

On  fome  more  happy  ground  ; 
Her  fame  (hall  reach  the  skies, 
And  fill  the  \vorld  around  : 
jEfieas  with  a  better  fate, 
Shall  raifea  nobler,  grander  {rate." 

DUET. 

A  nobler  ftnte  fhall  haplefs  Troy  arife, 

And  reign  fupreme,   beneath  indulgent  skies. 

CHORUS. 

Sweet  m after  of  the  tuneful  choir, 
"Who  joys  to  lave 
In  Xanthus'  wave 
Thy  flowing  hair  ! 
Now  make  thy  care 
The  Latian  Lyre. 


SECOND     CONCERT. 
To    APOLLO    AND    DIANA. 

CHORUS  of  YOUTHS. 

Lib.  T-"\7"E  tender  maids,   foft  anthems  raife, 
•    B  . 

•*•     And  ling  the  chafte  Diana's  praife. 

ClIORU* 


SECULAR    POEM.  183 

Chorus  of  Virgins. 

Ye  youths  exalt  the  votive  lay, 
To  beardlefs  Phoebus,  god  of  day. 

Both   Choirs* 

Then  let  us  in  full  chorus  join, 
Latona's  praife,   in  drains  divine. 
To  flng,   with  rev'rence  and  with  love,] 
Latonay  favorite  of  mighty  Jove. 

Chorus  of  Tenths, 

Your  hymns  repeat  ye  lovely  maids, 
By  murm'ring  (breams  and  cooling  fhades, 
RefouncHfie  fpotlefs  fame, 
Of  chaite  Diana's  name  ; 
Who  loves  the  groves  that  fpread 
O'er  Erymanthus,  cragged  brow  5 
Or  on  the  verdant  top  of  Cragus  grow, 
Or  rear  their  fpires  o'er  Algidorfs  bleak  head. 

Chorus  cf  Virgins,. 

Exalt  ye  males  your  grateful  fong, 
To  Tempos  vale  the  votive  trains  belong  ; 
And  Delos*  ifie,   the  happy  earth, 
That  to  thofe  heav'nly  twins  gave  birth. 
The  god  who  rules  the  day,       « 
To  him  your  homage  pay  : 
"Whofe  back  fuftains  the  quiver's  load, 
Whofe  tuneful  lyre  proclaims  the  ikilful  god.' 

Both  Choirs. 

Both  by  our  ardent  Prayers  o'ercome> 
Shall  banifh,  far 
Defh'uctive    war, 
From  Ccefar  and  imperial  Rome. 
No  more  {hall  peftilence  await 
Or  famine  with  her  train  of  woes, 

F  f  Diflrcft 


O 


SECULAR   POEM. 

Diftrefs  the  ftate. 
But  fliow'r  their  curfes  on  our  diftant  foes. 

*       Third   Concft't . 
To    APOLLO    and   DI'ANA. 

The  Chorus  of  Youths  and  Virgins. 
I. 

Recitative, 

\  Phoebus  !  Earth-illuming  power! 
And  thou,   who  lov'ft  the  bower ! 
Qncen  of  ihe  groves  and  goddefs  of  the  night, 
Bright  ornaments  of  Heav'n's  refplendent  height! 

Air  l  ft. 


Y  E  to  whom  in  yonder  fkies, 
Songs  and  incenfe  ever  rife  ! 
O  may  thy  vot'ries  now  be  heard, 
Their  prayers  at  this  moft  facred  hour  prefcr'd-, 
When  by  the  fibilline  command, 
Of  Maids,   and  Youths,   a  chofen  band, 
Before  th"  Gods  with  anthems  come, 
"Who  guard  the  feven-fold  hill  of  Rome. 
Chorus  of  Youths. 
II. 

Recitative. 

Kind  Sun,   who  with  thy  radiant  cr.r, 

To  darkling  mortals  gives  the  chearing  dayj 

Or  tak'il.thy  fplendid  beams  away: 

Who  always  different  clod  appear, 

Yet  riling  ft  ill  the  fame, "  with  fervid  ray ! 

O!   may'ft  thou,   as  thy  flaming  chariot  flies 

From  fair  Aurora  to  the  weftern  Ikies, 

Behold, 

*     This  laft  Concert  is  in  imitacion  of   an  Ode  written  by  Mr.    'TJu/bn, 
Fallow  of  Pembroke- Hall,  and  performed  in  the  SenutK-Houfc  at  Cu>;t;i,-iJgft 
July  I,    1749,  at  the  initiation  of  his  Grace  'I'hj-.nus  Hdlcs,   Duke  oi'  Nfi»~ 
caj'L'e,   Chancellor  of  the  Univerfity. 
;  Set  to  liiufic  bv  Mr.  Boyc,:,   Compofer  to  his  Majefty  George  II. 


SERCULAR    POEM.  185 

— BeliolJ,  where'er  thy  Beams  enlightning  fall, 
Nothing  fo  great  as  Rome,     around  the  fpacious  ball. 

Cher  us  cf  Virgins. 

III. 
Air   2d. 

Jlithyay  who  with  guardian  cares, 
The  gravid  womb  for  birth  prepares: 
Whether  Lucina  pleafe  thine  ear, 
Or  Genitjllis*\s  more  dear! 
O  !   eafe  cur  teeming  mothers'  pain, 
Extend  thy  aid,   when  they  complain  : 
Increafe  our  offspring  brave  and  free, 
And  blefs  the  father's  wife  decree, — 
That  law  by  which  our  fruitful  virgins  wed, 
And  o'er  the  land  their  numerous  iiTue  fpread. 

Chorus  ofTouths  and  Virgins. 
IV. 

Recitative. 

That  when  an  hundred  fleeting  years  fliall  run,  -^ 

And  ten  more  circl'ing,   pafs  the  Sun, 

Our  feftal  fongs  recall'd,  and  folemn  fports  begun  j  j 

Three  days,   our  mirth  we  celebrate, 

As  many  nights  our  joys  renew. 

And  you,  ye  maids,   inexorably  true, 

With  fix'd  decrees, irrevocable  fate? 

O  lend  a  kind  attentive  ear, 

Let  not  our  prayers  unheeded  pafs  away. 

The  friends  of  Cccfar  and  of  Rome  appear, 

And  bounteous  add  new  glories  to  our  riling  day. 

Air  3d. 

With  fruit  and  cattle  may  the  earth  abound, 
And  pregnant  Ceres  crov/n'd 

With 


SECULAR    POEM. 


With  wheaten  garlands  —  fmilc 

Aufpicious,   on  the  lab'ring  farmer's  toil, 

And  may  our  younglings  kindly  fhare 

The  wholefome  brook  and  breathe  the  template  air. 

Chorus  of  Yottths. 

V, 
Recitative* 

Conceal  thofe  arrows,  fatal  in  their  flight, 
Unbend  thy  bow,   nor  more  in  arms  delight. 
Smile,   mild  dpcl'o  on  our  feftive  joys, 
And  gracious  hear  thy  fuppliant  boys. 

Chorus  of  Virgi?:s. 

And  thou,  bright  Luna,   with  thy  crefccnt  hornf, 
Whofe  radiant  face  the  Heaven  adorns, 
And  with  incrcafing  light  dilplays, 
To  filent  night,   thy  filver  rays  ! 
Queen  of  the  ftarry-fpangled  fcene, 
Where  thou  roH'ft  ferene, 

Chorus. 

All  hail,  all  hail! 

Attentive  lend  a  kind  aufpicious  ear, 
Thy  virgins  call,  receive  their  votive  prayer. 

Chorus  of  Youths  and  Virgins. 

If  Rome  is  ftill  the  care  of  Heaven, 
And  if  to  Troy's  remains  'twas  given, 
With  profp'rous  gales,  new  countries  to  explore, 
(A  wretched  band!)   along'  th*  Etrurian  fhore; 
Their  Gods  to  change,  their  city  and  their  land, 
For  whom  jSlneas  from  their  ruin'd  town, 
A  fafe   (tho'  tedious)  paflage  found 
Thro'  flaming  Troy  --  beneath  his  wife  command, 
To  place  them  in  an  empire  more  renown'd, 
Than  that  they  left  low  fmoaking  on  the  ground, 
A  prey  to  haughty  foes  wide  fpreading  o'er  the  ftrand: 

VI. 


SECULAR    POEM.  187 

VI. 

Mr  4th. 

Ye  Gods  inftruct  our  ruing  youth, 
With  upright  morals,   fpotlefs  truth; 
To  age  beftow  the  fwcets  of  eafe: 
With  profp'rous  days  our  empire  crown, 
Give  to  our  rifing  fons  renown, 
Bright  honor,  and  a  bleft  increafe. 

Recitative. 

May  triumphs  grace,    and  victory  approve 
The  illuftrious  offspring  of  the  queen  of  love! 
With  mercy  teach  his  breaft  to  glow, 
To  fpare  the  proftrate,  vanquiih'd  foe  1 
Who  to  thy  Deities  juft  homage  pays, 
And  fnow-white  oxen  on  thy  facred  altars  lays. 

VII. 

Air  5th. 

By  fea  and  land  the  Mede  reveres, 
His  warlike  troops  and  fatal  fpears. 
The  haughty  Indian  patient  ftands, 
And'Scythians  wait  his  dread  commands. 
Now  peace  returns  with  homor  crown'd, 
Now  truth  and  chaftity  abound: 
Virtue,   abandon'd  in  difgrace, 
Difplays  her  long-neglected  face, 
While  plenty  with  a  bounteous  hand, 
Scatters  her  favors  o'er  the  land. 

Chorus  of  Toittks. 
Recitative. 

Phoebus,   God  of  Auguries! 

Who  with  thy  bow  refplendent  fhine, 

Bleft  fav'rite  of  the  nine ! 

Skilful  to  heal  destructive  maladies  : 

With 


1 55  SECULAR    POEM. 

With  friendly  eye  regard  the  towers, 

Where  Rome  thy  JDeity  adores, 

Preferve  the  Lat'ian  realms  in  peace  fecure; 

Extend  our  fway  to  fartheft  fhores, 

And  may  our  reign  to  diftant  times  endure. 

Chorus  cf  Virgins* 

VIII. 
Air  6th. 

O  may  Diana,  £he  whofe  fhrinc 

Adorns  mount  Avcntine, 

And  fnow-cap'd  dlgidon,  regard  the  prayer 

Of  all  her  priefts  ; — with  favor  bend, 

Now  make  the  fuppliant  youths  her  care, 

And  to  their  vows  propitioufly  attend. 

Chorus  cf  Touths  and  Virgins. 

Lo  !   we  a  facred  chofen  choir, 

Bright  Sol  and  Luna's  praife  to  chaunt, 

With  placid  hopes  aflur'd  retire, 

That  Jove  and  all  the  Gods  our  prayers  will  grant. 

Full  Chorus. 

Lo !   we  a  facred  chofen  choir, 

Bright  Sol  and  Luna's  praife  to  chaunt, 

With  placid  hopes,   aflur'd  retire, 

That  Jove  and  all  the  Gods,  our  prayers  will  grant. 

End  of  the  Secular  Poem* 


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*  ODE  on  the  Memory  of  MEC^ENAS.  18$ 


NO  more j  alas!    Tivo/fs  grotto's  plcafc, 
Nor  rapid  Anios  cafcading  ftrcam, 
Shelter,  from  the  noon-day  beam, 
Imbofom'd  in  the  bow  ry  trees! 
The  mufes  all,   and  ev'ry  grace, 
Now  fly  the  folitary  place : 
Melpomene  alone  remains 
To  (both  my  grief,   and  mitigate  my  pains. 


Come  then  foft  maid,   and  dip  in  tears, 

Thy  forrow-foothing  pen ; 
For  here,   alas !    no  more  appears 

Cilnius,   the  beft  of  men. 
Forever  torn  from  thefe  griei-melting  eyes, 
Sing  lovely  ,mufe  his  apotheofis  ! 
Where  now  he  fits  an  Heav'n-exalted  foul, 
Rank'd  with  the  Gods,  and  quaffs  the  nectar'd  bowl. 


When  'gainft  my  Prince  rebellion  roH:, 
Science  to  me,   had  loft  her  charms, 
Arts  I  forfook  to  follow  arms, 
Arid,   trait'rous  join'd  the  number  of  his  foes. 

Phillippi's  plain  with  thoufands  dead, 
Unveil'd  the  hideous  gorgon's  head; 
Her  fons  fubdu'd  ; — with  fear  and  thame, 
Bow'd  down  to  great  Auguftus*  name. 

4 

E'en  I  of  rank  r.nd  fame  obfcnre, 
Fled  with  difgrace  my  native  fliore; 
A  vagabond  on  earth  to  roam, 
From  fortune,   counuy,   friends  an  J  home. 

*  As  Horse-  -vive  his   pat! 

Ms  death  in  au  Elejy,  u-  trahflatcr,  vi.h  fubmi 
ilin. 


I  po          O  D  E  on  the  Memory  of  M  E  C  JEN  A  S. 

'Till  Hermes  with  perfuafive  art, 
"Who,   with  his  friendly  Caducee, 
Sav'd  me  from  the  falling  tree, 
Touch'd  with  companion,  good  Mecsenas'  heart. 


Then  fortune  fmiPd,  and  peace  return'd, 

The  Prince  forgave 

A  faithlefs  flave, 

Nor  more  in  foreign  lands  I  mourn'd. 
The  mufes  all  their  gifts  beftow'd, 
Mccsenas  was  my  houfehold  God, 
The  friend  and  patron  of  my  lays, 
Joy  of  my  foul,  and  glory  of  my  days* 


O  mighty  God !    ferretrian  Jove, 
Benignant  hear 
My  humble  prayer, 
And  take  me  to  the  bleft  above  f 
Where   I  ftill  grateful  may  attend, 
Forever,   on  my  deareft  friend; 
For  Heaven  itfelf,   no  greater  joys  can  give, 
Than  with  my  friend,  eternally  to  live. 

HORACE. 

DECEMBER  7,  1785. 


F    f    If    I    S. 


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FROM    THE 


GREEK  and  LATIN, 


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ODES    OF     AN  ACRE  ON.  193 


*  ODE  I. 

ATRIDES'  noble  ac~ls  I  fing, 
I  tell  of  Cadmus,  —  warlike  King) 
Ah  no  !   for  ev'ry  firing  I  prove, 
My  lyre  re-echoes  nought  but  love.  . 
I  lately  chang'd  each  fullen  wire, 
And  all  anew  I  flrung  my  lyre, 
And  now  Alcides'  toils  to  try,  — 
But  love,   alone  the  firings  reply  : 
Hence,   hence,   adieu  ye  hero's,  Kings  I 
My  lyre  of  love,  love  only  fings. 


*  ODE   I.    By  another  Hand. 

FAIN  would  I  in  lofty  verfe, 
Heros'  godlike  acts  rehearfej 
Fain  would  I  a  fubject  chufe, 
Worthy  of  the  noblefl  mufe; 
Grecian  chiefs,  or  Theban  woes, 
Which  from  civil  difcord  rofe ; 
But  thf  firings  and  lyre  approve, 
Nought  but  foftnefs,   nought  but  love. 

Once  I  chang'd  the  firings  and  lyre, 
Which  would  nought,   but  love  infpire  j 
Strove  to  fing  in  grander  lays, 
Many  a  matchlefs  hero's  praife; 
Toils  Herculean,   far  renown'd, 
With  immortal  honors  crown'd  :— 
Vain  attempt!    for  ev'ry  firing, 
Echo's  love  to  all  I  fing. 

Farewell  heros'  ne'er  fliall  I, 
Such  exalted  fubjects  try  5 
Ever  tender  be  my  lay, 
Ever  foft,  and  .ever  gay! 
Since  the  firings  alone  approve 

Soothing  founds  and  founds  of  love.  O  D 

Cg. 


194  ODES  OF  AN  AC  RE  ON. 


O  D  E    I. 

FAIN  would  I  Atrides  praifc, 
Or  Cadmus  fing  in  tuneful  lays  5 
The  firings  will  found  of  love  alone, 
Nor  knows  my  harp  another  tone. 
I  chang'd  the  fhell  and  ev'ry  firing, 
And  now  Alcides'  toils  I  fing  ; 
In  vain  to  fing  his  deeds  I  ftrove, 
My  lyre  would  play;  of  nought  but  love. 
Ye  heroes*  now,  a  long  farewell!      "| 
A  fofter  theme  bed  fuits  my  fhell,      £  D.      F. 

Love's  paffion  it  will  only  tell.  J 


ODE     II.     Paraphrafed. 

NATUPtE  bounteoufl.y  array'd 
Ev'ry  animal  fhe  made, 
With  fuch  arms  as  befl  conduce 
To  its  fafety  or  its  life. 

Nature's  horny  terrors  fpread 
O'er  the  bull's  majeflic  head  : 
Hoofs  fhe  gave  the  gcn' 
And  to  hares  the  lig 
To  the  fcaty-kind  {he  gave 
Tins  to  cut  the  chryflal  wave  ; 
To  the  Birds  t   exempt  from  care, 
Wings  to  fp9rt  in  fields  of  air; 
But  to  noble  Man  affign'd, 
An  intrepid,   martial  mind. 

"What  had  nature  left  to  grace 
The  clev!nery^«/7/f  race? 
Beauty!  whofe  prevailing  charms, 
Prove  the  moft  renfllefs  arms, 
Beauty   Ihicid  and  Avord  iupplies, 
Beauty  vanquishes  the  wife  ;  Beaitty9 


ODES  OF  ANAGREON,  195 

Beauty,  made  to  be  ador'd, 
Safe  defies  the  threat'ning  fword ; 
Can  devouring  flames  aiTuage, 
And  repel  their  defp'rate  rage; 
Beauty  makes  the  nero  fall, 
Conquers  thofe,   who  conquer  all. 


ODE   III.    Imitated.    CUPID'J-  Ingratitude. 
WAS  at  the  gloom  of  midnight  hour, 

When  fleep's  great  god  exerts  his  pow'r; 
When  wearied  fwains  their  eye-lids  clofe, 
And  footh  their  limbs  with  foft  repofej — 

I  heard  a  rapping  at  my  door, 
Such  as  I  ne'er  had  heard  before. 
Who  is  't,   faid  I,   dares  break  my  fleep, 
And  at  my  door  fuch  uproar  keep? 
When  Cupid  fhiv'ring,   fcnrce  could  fay,  -\ 
€<   A  lucklefs  boy  has  loft  his  way,  C 

0  hafte,   my  friend,   and  open  pray.        j 
You  need  not  fear,  I  mean  no  ill,    • 

To  hurt  I  have  nor  pow'r,    nor  will ; 

This  ciilmal,   live-long  night5 in  vain,        *\ 

I've  wander'd  o'er  the  dreary  plain, 

Hajt-flarv'd  with  cold,  wet  thro'  with  rain."  3 

"With  pity  mov'd  I  heard  his  moaa, 

Then  Sruck  a  light    and  gat  me  down  ; 

In  hafte  I  let  him  in,  when  lo! 

His  hand  fuftain'd  a  filver  bow: 

A  pair  of  fhining  wings  he  wore, 

And  at  his  back  a  quiver  bo 

As  foon  as  I  afire  had  made, 

My  little  gucft  I  to  it  led; 

1  warm'd  his  finrers  with  mv  own, 
For  cold  they  felt  as  any  ftor.e, 

Then  wip'd  and  wrung,    v"il\  friendly  care, 
the:  \v-jt  out  of  his  dripping  hair. 

Scon  as  the  tha'nku:/  warm. 

And  fouu  J  that  he  had  ?oi  no  harim  Let's 


196  ODES  OF  ANACREON. 

"  Let's  try,   faid  he,   I  fain  would  know, 
Whether  the  wet  has  hurt  my  bow;" 
Then  from  his  quiver  chofe,    with  fpeed 
A  fhaft,  —  predellin'd  for  the  deed. 

So  ftrong  his  filver  bow  he  drew,"') 
So  fwift  the  fatal  arrow  flew!  £* 

It  pierc'd  my  liver  thro'  and  thro'.    J 
He  Ikip'd  and  danc'd  about  the  room, 
And  /heering  cri'd,   "  come  landlord,   come, 
And  as  a  friend  rejoice  with  me, 
That  I  from  ev'ry  harm  am  free; 
I  fafe,    indeed  have  kept  my  bow, 
—  But  you  fhali  rue  its  being  fix" 


ODE      IV.       Of  Himfelf. 

ON  a  bed  of  myrtles  made, 
Or  on  greeny  clover  laid, 
"Willingly  I'd  pafs  away 
In  caroufing,  —  all  the  day; 
Cupid  by  my  fide  fhould  ftand, 
"With  a  brimmer  in  his  hand. 
Like  a  neyer-ftanding  wheel, 
Fleeting  time  is  running  ftill  ; 
We,    ourfclvss  will  dud  become, 
And*  fhall  moulder  in  the  tomb. 
On  my  grave  why  fhould  you  lay 
Oil,    or  gifts  that  foon  decay? 
Rather  now  before  I'm  dead, 
"With  rofy  garlands  crown  my  hscid; 
/ill  the  odours  of  the  fpring, 
With  a  gentle  mifcrefs  bring  : 
Ere  I  go  to  fhades  of  night, 
I'll  put  all  my  cares  to  flight. 


D.    r. 

ODE 


ODES    OF    ANACREON,  197 

£$3C$X$DC^^ 

ODE    V.     To    CHLOE. 

SACRED  to  each  am'rous  power ! 
Bring  the  rofe, — foft,   blufhing  flower; 

Joys  extatic,   let  us  prove, 

Wine  with  muu*c,    mirth  and  love. 

Breathing  o'er  our  heads  perfume, 
Flowers  in  rich  luxuriance  bloom  ! 
Let  each  face  with  fmiles  abound. 
While  the  fparkling  bowl  goes  round. 

Sweeten:  rofe,  lhat  decks  the  plain, 
Gayeft  of  the  vernal  train ! 
Dear  to  all  the  powers  above, 
Sacred  to  the  god  of  love! 

Crown'd  with  all  thy  fragrant  fpoil_, 
In  the  merry  dance  I  toil; 
Tafting,  with  the  graces —  three 
Sweets  of  love  and  jollity. 

Weave  the  wreath  with  art  divine, 
Ruddy  Bacchus,   god  of  wine; 
Breathe  the  foft  eft,   fweeteft  ftream. 
Round  thy  temple's  honor'd  Fane  ! 

With  the  willing,   am'rous  lafs, 
Let  my  wanton  moments  pafs  ; 
Wake  the  lyre's  enchanting  found, 
While  the  fparkling  bowl  goes  round. 

j.  P. 


•ODE. 


i9S  ODES  OF   ANACREON. 


*         ODE   VI.      In   Honor  c/COMUS 

FRIENDS  of  play  and  mirth  and  wine, 
Rofes  round  your  temples  twine. 
Gay,   caroufing,   laughing  gay, 
Friends  of  wine  and  mirth  and  play  ! 
While  the  filver-footed  fair, 
Waves  her  Thynls'   ivy  hair  ; 
Nimbly,  while  fhe  beats  the  ground 
To  the  lyre's  enlivening  found: 
While  the  boy,  whofe  charming  face 
Looicly-fiowing  trefTes  grace, 
Softly  moves  and  fweetly  {ings 
To  the  harp's  melodious  ftrings  ; 
While  the  beauteous  fon  of  Jove, 
While  the  charming  queen  of  love, 
With  the  gold-hair'd  cyprian  boy, 
•Seek  the  god  of  feaft  and  joy; 
Comus  feek  to  crown  the  whole, 
Raife  the  laughter,   fpeed  the  bowl: 
Sorrow  banim,   pain  afiuage, 
Comus  >  that  gives  youth  to  age. 


ODE  VIII.     To  MlRA. 

FATIGUED  with  love  and  wine  and  play> 
Drunk  and  afleep  Anacreon  lay, 
In  airy  dreams  again  to  prove 
The  mighty  joys  of  wine  and  love. 
Inflam'd  with  pleaiing  extacy, 
"With    wanton    nymphs   I   feem'd   to  fly, 

While  as  I  pafs'd,, a  fneering  crowd, 

Revil'd  the  gay,   old  man  aloud: 

Yet  highly  fiufh'd  I  ftrive  to  gain, 
And  wifh  to  mix  the  jovial  train. 


Refentmeat 


ODES    OF    A  NACRE  ON.          199 

Refentment,  urg'd  the  grateful  blifs, 
In  fpite  I  Taught  the  glowing  kifs  ; 
I  rufh'd  t'enjoy  the  willing  fair, — 
But  waking, — clafp'd  the  flitting  air  ! 
O  !  when  I  fink  to  fleep  again, 
May  fuch  dear  vifions  fill  my  brain* 

J.     P-e. 
B  oft  on,  dpril  1 3 ,       177  6. 


ODE     II.      On  Us  Jge. , 

OFT  by  the  maidens  I  am  told 
Poor  Anacreorty   thou  grow'ft  old ! 
Take  the  glafs,   and  fee  how  years,  "| 

Have  defpoil'd  thy  head  of  hairs;  ^ 

See,   thy  forehead  bald  appears  !  J 

But,  whether  hair  adorns  my  head, 
Or  all  my  golden  trefles  fled, 
I  do  not  know,   but  from  their  lore, 
Refounding  my  approaching  hour, 
This  truth  I  know,   infallibly, 
'Tis  time  to  live,  if  death  be  nigh.  D.      F, 

ODE   12.     To  a  SWALLOW, 

SAY,  now  thou  twitt'ring  fwallow  fay, 
How  fhall  I  punniin  thee? — which  way? 
Say  fhall  I  rather  clip  thy  wing, 
Or  tongue,   that  thou  no  more  may' ft  fing  ? 
As  cruel  Tereus  once  is  faid 
T'ave  done,  while  yet  thou  wert  a  maid. 
Why  doll  thou,   ere  the  morn  is  nigh, 
Pratt'ling  round  my  window  fly? 
Why  fnatch  Bathylla  from  my  arms, 
While  I  in  dreams  pofTefs  her  charms.?          D.     F. 

Hh.  ODE 


too  ODES  OF  ANACREON. 

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ODE   16.     To  a  FRIEND. 

THEBAN  feats  your  verfe  employ, 
This, — recounts  the  wars  of  Troy  \ 
Jhu  the  vicYries  I  impart, 
Are  the  triumphs  o'er  my  hea,rt. 

Not  the  furious  cavalry, 
Nor  the  well-train'd  infantry ; 
Nor  the  fhip-devouring  wave, 
Softer  foes  my  heart  enflave. 

To  the  arms  of  mighty  love, 

I,   a  willing  captive  prove  ! 

What  defence  can  man  devifc 

'Gainft  the  darts  of  Mira's  eyes?  I.  P— e. 

Brijlol,   Jan.  13,    1777. 

«±^r^:?^ 

*  ODE    23,    Jgatnft  RICHES. 

MISERS  fay,  can  gold  prolong 
Life,   or  health,   or  keep  me  young  ? 
Say,   can  gold  fuch  wonders  do  ? 
Then  I'll  hoard  as  faft  as  you  : 
If  by  gold  I  could  remain 
Free  from  death  and  free  from  pain. 
But,  fmce  pain  and  death  arrive, 
Scorn  the  treafures  we  can  give  ; 
Since  no  bribes  can  make  'em  ftay, 

"When  they  once  are  on  their  way  : 

"Why  fhould  we  fo  idly,  fave 
Gold  and  riches  for  the  grave? 
On  my  miftrefs  and  my  friend, 
I  my  little  (lore  will  fpend; 
Rather  tjian  with  labor  find 
GoH,  which  I  imift  leave  behind. 

ODE 


.ODES  OF    ANACREON. 
ODE   26.      Of  Himfelf. 


TT  /  HEN  Bacchus  revels  in  my  breaft, 


VV     A11  m7  cares  are  lull'd  to  reft  5 
Crxfus  'felf  I  then  defpife, 
He's  not  fo  happy  in  my  eyes. 
Then  from  my  lips  flow  warb'ling  founds, 
Sweeten:  mufic  then  abounds  : 
"With  laurel  wreaths  1  bind  my  brow, 
I  look  diidainfully  below% 
Let  fools  impetuous  rufh  to  arms, 
Me  the  gen'rous  LytKus  charms. 
Quickly  give  me,  youth  the  bowl, 
In  one  large  draught  I'll  drown  my  foul  j 
Here,   rather  let  me  drunken  lie, 
Than  fober,  without  wine  to  die.  D.      F. 


ODE  44.     A    DREAM. 

VTPTWAS  three  o'clock  one  night  at  leaft. 

Before  I  got  one  wink  of  reft, 
And  fcarcely  had  I  clos'd  my  eyes, 
"When  fancy  bid  this  viiion  rife. — :— 
Light  pinions  on  my  fhoulders  grew, 
With  which  aloft  in  air  I  flew  5 
While  f  «*ee  as  air  itfelf  I  rang'd, 
And  oft  my  place  and  flation  changed \ 
The  wanton  God  purlued  my  flight, 
With  feeming  fondnefs  and  delight : 
But  when  a  proper  time  he  found, 
My  feet  in  golden  durance  bound  ; 
Attracted  with  the  clogging  weight, 
1  funk  from  my  rethcrla.!  (late. 

The  viiion  well  explains  my  heart, 
And  is  its  faithful  counterpart; 
For  oft  by  f  incy  I've  be ;-n  led, 
But  ne'eiYbefore  my  l';ve  betray'd: 
The  fair  and  young  I've  oft  appiC\'J, 
But  ouly  blooming  JMlra  lov'd,  ODE 


208          ODES  OF  ANACREON. 

ODE   46.     To    MIR  A. 

\ 

S  hard  to  wear  the  chains  of  love, 
'Tis  hard  thofe  fetters  not  to  prove  5 

But  the  worft  of  ev'ry  pain, 

Is  to  love,   and  love  in  vain. 

What  can  fenfe  or  birth  avail  ? 

Matchlefs  charms,   nor  worth  prevail  j 

Thefe,   in  love  bear  little  fway, 

Gold's  bright  power  they  all  obey. 

May  quick  perdition  blaft  the  foul, 

Who  from  its  mine,   the  Daemon  ftole  ! 

'Tis  he  alone,   averfe  to  good, 

The  kindred  nations  trains  to  blood. 

e(  Here  each  foft  endearment  ends, 

"   Fathers,   brothers,   fitters,  friends." 

He  brought  the  *  ruffian  band  from  far 

'Twas  he  let  flip  the  dogs  of  war. 

But,   what  moie  grieves  each  gen'rous  heart, 

E'en  Cupid  tips  with  gold  his  dart.  J.      P. 

Head-Quarters,    New-York,   Sept.  9,    1786. 


ODE  59.     The  BITTER  PILL. 

AS  I  once  in  wanton  play, 
Binding  up  a  chaplet  lay, 
'Mid  the  rofes  on  the  ground 
Cupid  faft  afleep,   1  found. 
Strait  way,   by  his  wings,   well-plcas'd, 
I  the  little  archer  fciz'd, 
Who  fo  oft  had  vex  d  my  foul, 
And  within  my  flowing  bowl 
Plung'J  him  deep,   then  fWallow'd  up, 
Him,   and  all  that  fill'd  the  cup. 
Hence  he  flutters  round  my  heart,  "| 
And  his  little  wings,   each  part          \>  ODE 

Tickles  with  a  pleafjpg  fmart.  J 

*  Critifhand  German  ir.erciaarics  hired  to  butcher  their  countrymen  and 


n     merca. 


ODES  OF  ANACREON.  303 


ODE  66.      To  a  FRIEND. 

SAY,  what  more  can  cheer  the  foul, 
Than  o'er  verdant  meads  to  firole, 
Richly  cloath'd  in  mantle  green, 
Adding  luftre  to  the  fcene? 
Where  the  gentle  zephyr's  gale, 
Sweetly  breathes  along  the  vale? 
Grateful  to  the  god  of  wine, 
Guard  the  juice-prolific  vine ! 
Stretched  beneath  its  ample  fliadc, 
There  to  prefs  the  tender  maid  ; 
Ev'ry  rapt'rous  joy  to  prove, 
Tafting  fweets,   and  fweets  of  love: 
In  foft  floods  of  biifs  to  roll, 
What  can  more  delight  the  foul  ?  J.      P~ 

/;/  Quarters,   Brljlol^   Jany  13,    1777. 


FRAGMENTS    of   ANACREON, 
ODE  95.     -ENIGMA. 

LOVE's  arrows  pierce  my  bleeding  heart, 
And  ftill  I  feel  not  Cupid's  dart  5 
Dire  madnefs  fhakes  my  crazy  brains, 
Yet  there,   no  direful  madnefs  reigns. 


ODE    98. 

REAL  joys  fond  lovers  prove, 
When  they  feel  a  mutual  love. 


ODE 


ODES  OF  ANACREON. 

.-^^-^SMMHSIS 
ODE      109. 

NO  more  fair  ThrefTa's  charms  I  view, 
Or  care  I  if  never  do  ! 


ODE    120. 

THE  fell  deftroyer,   cruel  Mars, 
D«lights  in  bloodfhed  and  in  wars. 


J.  P. 


ANACREONTIC. 

Againft  PROCRASTINATION. 

VitCZ  fumma  brews  fpem  nos  vet  at  incboare  longam 

LET  mirth  and  wine  employ  the  day, 
Let  pleafure  hail  the  night; 
Let  no  dcfponding  mortal  fay, 
To-morrow's  call  I  muft  obey; 
But  feaft  him  with  delight. 

To-morrow  may  your  fchemes  defeat, 
Perhaps  your  love  will  fly  ; 
Your  fwect  enjoyments  incompleat  ; 
The  purpof'd  blifs  you  then  regret,  —  • 
Your  thread  is  cut,  —  you  die  ! 


ANACREONTIC. 

On  hearing   Mifs  KITTY   SMITH  play  and  Jtng  to  the 
GUITAR. 

HARK!  an  angel's  voice  I  hear, 
Sweeteft  muiic  ftrikes  my  ear! 
Whence  can  thcfe  foft  ftrains  aiifc  ? 
Sure  I'm  wafted  to  the  fkics  !  No  ! 


O  D  E  S  OF  A  N  A  C  R  E  O  N.         205 

No  !    'tis  lovely  Kitty  fings  ! 

No !   'tis  Kitty  ftrikes  the  firings ! 

She,  'tis  fhe  has  ev'ry  art, 

To  pleafe  the  ear,   or  win  the  heart: 

Who  can  behold  the  matchlefs  grace, 

The  thoufand  charms  of  Kitty  s  face  ? 

But  when  fuch  charms  of  form  are  join'd, 

With  Kittys  voice  and  Kitty's  mind; — 

When  •voice y  Jhapey  face  and  mind  confpire, 

We  hope,  fear,    languifli  and  admire.  J.     \V. 

Philadelphia ,    1771. 


End  of  tie  ODES  of  ANACREON. 


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ELEGIES. 


TIBULLUS.   ELEGY   i.    BOOK   i. 
Mdre/ed  to  M'ifs  M.  N. 

THE  mafly  pelf,   let  others  fondly  ftore, 
And   contemplate,    well-pleal'd   their   cultur'd 

[ground, 

Yet  fleeplefs  dread  the  Battle's  hoftile  roar, 
Or  tremble  at  the  Clarion's  warlike  found. 

Unenvied  poverty, — be  thou  my  gueft, 
While  on  my  hearth,  no  Ignis  fat  mis  glows  ; 
"With  plentious  harvefts,   be  my  labors  bleft,— • 
Smile  on  the  vintage,  'till  my  vat  o'erflows. 

The  blufhing  grape  I'll  range  with  early  care, 
And  plant  my  apples  with  judicious  handj 
Nor  will  I  fcorn  the  ruftic  plough  to  fteer, 
Or  lafh  my  oxen  o'er  the  furrow'd  land. 

Nor  would  I  blufh,  if  chance  a  bleating  lamb, 
In  fportive  gambols  from  its  fhepfolds  roam  ; 
Or  kid,    forfaken  by  its  ruthlefs  dam, 
To  bring  the  little  wand'rer  kindly  home. 

In  milky  ftreams  my  yearly  offerings  flow, 

To  gentle  Pales  for  my  fav'rite  fwain  ; 

Each  facred  ftone  with  fragrant  wreaths  I  ftrew, 

That  points  the  devious  way,   or  bounds  the  plain. 

The 


ELEGIES.  $07 

The  faireft  fruits  that  crown  the  infant  fpr'ng,— . 
Vertmnnus,    rural  god, — the  gift  be  thine  ! 
The  yellow  tribute  of  my  fields  I  bring, 
To  deck,   O  Ceres  /  thy  aufpicious  Ihrine. 

His  fythe,   {hall  ruddy. Priapits  difplay, 
To  fave  my  orchards  from  the  pinion'd  race; 
Ye  god's  !  once  guardians  in  a  happier  day, 
My  grateful  feftals  ftili  fhall  chearful  grace. 

Then,  from  my  countlefs  herds  a  bullock  bled, 
Now,  but  a  lamb  my  little  flock  can  fpare; 
The  villagers  around  applaud  the  deed, 
And  future  bleffings  fwell  the  grateful  prayer. 

Deign  then,  ye   gods,   to  tafte  my  humble  fare, 
Nor  flight  the  gifts,   that  earthen  bowls  afford  ; 
Thus  fed  our  anceftors,   from  potter's  ware, 
And  ductile  clay  adorn'd  the  frugal  board. 

Ye  prowling  wolves,  ye  midnight  thieves,  forbear  \ 
My  little  flock  will  fcarce  repay  your  toil ; 
Let  wealthier  folds  your  hungry  vengeance  fliare, 
There,  wet  your  fangs,   and  feaft  on  nobler  ipoil. 

Thofe  hoarded  {lores, — ye  gods !   I  afk  them  not, 
Which  eke,   my  frugal  anceftors  poiTeftj 
A  fparing  crop  be  mine,— a  decent  cot, 
An  eafy  couch,    my  wearied  limbs  to  reft. 

What  joy,   to  hear  the  howling  tempeft  fweep, 
And  clafp  my  bafhful  Delia  in  my  arms ! 
Lull'd  by  the  beating  fhow'rs,   we  ^fink  to  fleep 
Or  wake  to  mutual  blils,   fecure  from  harms. 

Thus  crown  my  hopes,  ye  gods,  let  others  fhare, 
The  mafTy  pelfv  and  heap  the  glitt'ring  ore ! 
Who  raging  ftorms,    and  win'try  feas  can  bear, 
In  fearch  of  riches,   tofs'd  from  fhore  to  fhore. 


While 


E  L  E  G  I  E  S.' 

While  I,  well-pleas'd  enjoy  my  little  ftore, 
Nor  madly  tempt  for  gain'the  boifl'rous  feas ; 
At  feurching  noon,   a  cooling  ihade  t'  explore, 
And  by  a  falling  Itream  to  balk  at  eafe. 

Can  gold  compenfate  for  a  weeping  fair? 
Rather  let  earth  her  fhining  hoards  retain! 
Than  my  lov'd  Delia  fhed  a  precious  tear, 
Or  for  my  abfence  feel  a  moment's  pain. 

By  fea  and  land  MeJJala  braves  the  war, 

And  decks  his  palace  with  the  dear-bought  fpoil : 

The  female  foldier  is  alone  my  care, 

Fa  ft  to  her  threihold  bound,  I  ceafelefs  toil. 

I  court  no  praife,  if  with  my  Delia  blcft, 
Inglorious  be  my  life,   fo  thou  art  mine  ! 
Altho'  with  infamy  and  fliame  oppreft, 
The  world's  applaufe  for  Delia  I'd  refign. 

With  thee,   the  ploughman's  work  I'd  chearful  try, 
Or  on  fome  defert  mountain  tend  my  fheep  : 
Contented,   on  the  barren  foil  to  lie, 
And  fondly,  in  thy  dear  embraces  fleep. 

W*hat  pleafures  can  he  tafte  on  Tyrian  down, 
Who  ipends  long  wakeful  nights  in  bitter  fighs  ? 
Supremely  wretched  if  his  miftrefs  frown, 
Nor  falling  ftreams  can  clofe  his  weeping  eyes. 

Hard  was  his  heart,  who  from  thy  yielding  arms, 
The  phantom  glory  madly  to  obtain,— 
Would  (light  thy  lovely  fmiles  for  war's  alarms, 
And  follow  camps  in  fearch  of  fordid  gain ! 

Ci/ifia's  routed  bands  let  him  purfue, 
And  o'er  their  captive  lands  his  fvvay  maintain  5 
In  gorgeous  robes,   expos'd  to  public  view, 
With  graceful  art  the  foaming  courfer  reign: 

May  thy  dear  image  death's  laft  pains  beguile, 

O  let  my  dying  hands  thy  bpfom  prefs!  Thy 


ELEGIES.  209 

Thy  tears  flja'.f  fall,-* -while  bending  o'er  the  pile, 
On  my  cold  lips  print  many  a  parting  kifs. 

Prom  thy  bright  eyes  the  briny  ftream  fhall  flow, 
"When  on  the  blazing  pile  thou  fe'eft  me  laid  ; 
Nor  ruggid  fteel  nor  hard'ned  flint  I  know 
Arm  the  kind  bofom  of  fo  fair  a  maid. 

Returning  penfive  from  the  mournful  fcene, 
"What  youth  but  weeps! — what  tender-hear  ted  fair] 
In  pity  to  my  fhade,  then,   O !  refrain, 
Thy  lovely  cheeks  and  golden  trefTes  fpare! 

Yet,  while  we  live,  we'll  join  in  foft  amours, 
"For  death,  unfeen,  no  plighted  vows  can  move  : 
Old  age  comes  on,   nor  will  it  then  be  ours, 
"With  hoary  locks,  to  breathe  the  fweets  of  love. 

Now  Venus  fmiles  and  midnight  broils  delight, 
Then  why  fhould  we  of  dangers  be  afraid  ? 
Come  on  my  friends,   purfue  the  am'rous  fight, 
And  force  a  pafTagc  to  the  half-coy  maid ! 

Be  this  my  poft  of  honor, — this  my  care, 
Hence  martial  enfigns,    hence  all  other  arms  ! 
Sound  ye  frill  clarions  for  the  fom  of  war, 
And  bear  them  wounds  amid  your  loud  alarms. 

Give  them  the  bloody  earnings  of  the  field, 
With  all  the  wealth  that  fighting  madmen  prize  : 
Contended  with  my  plain,   tho*  frugal  board, 
I  fear  not  want,  and  riches  I  defpife. 

Camp  at  Valley-Forge,   dpr     Js   *778- 


ELEGY 


2io  ELEGIES. 


E    L    E    G    Y      2. 
To  General  Sir  W H e  K.  B.   . 

JMnla  fohita   Na'uls  exit  alitey 
Fercns  *   *  *   *   *    *  *    Mcevium. 

O  AY,  what  ill-oinen'd  ftar  from  Albion's  fliore, 

What  Diemon  beckon'd  thee   to  quit  theftrandj 
What  lucklefs  bark  thy  guilty  genius  bore, 
To  ftain  with  flaughter  this  once-happy  land? 

Within  the  body  of  hell's  dog  you  rode, 

For  none  but  CerVrus  would  fuftain  the  load:! 
'Twas  impious  Saturn**  inaufpicious  ray, 
With  baleful  Scdrpius  illum'd  thy  way. 

Was  it  for  thcc  to  act  the  murderer's  parf, 
T*  obey  the  mandates  of  a  rmhlefs  king; 
To  fteel  with  brutal  rage  a  human  heart, 
And  on  our  fertile  plains  deftruction  bring  ? 

O'er  Atlas*  flood  with  countlefs  hofts  you  came, 
Arm'd  with   relentlefs  rage,  you  plough'd  the  waves; 
Ruin,   diihonor,   mark'd  thy  fteps  with  fhame, 
Thick  rofe  the  tombs,   deep  yawn'd  the  op'ning 

[graves. 

Thy  merc'lcfs  fword  fpread  civil  difcord  round, 
Thy  hr.nd,   deep-crimfon'd,    multiplied  the  (lain, — 
Each  freeman's  blood  o'er-flow'd  his  native  ground, 
And  richly  ferdliz'd  the  barren  plain. 

Thine  was  the  talk,   and  thine  the  damning  guilt! 
Our  country  groan'd  beneath  tyrannic  iway; 
By  thy  command  each  vital  drop  was  fpilt, 
At  thy  command  our  fields  in  ruin  lay! 

'Twas  //***  that  brought  the  ruffian  band  from  far, 
To  teach  them  murder  and  dcftru&icn  dire; — 

Tl 


ELEGIES.  211 

"*Twas  #***,  let  flip  the  bloody  dogs  of  war, 
And  each  defencelefs  village  wrap'd  in  fire. 

Witnefs,   O  Brandywine  thy  purple  wave, 
Thy  fields  deep-furrow'  d  by  the  whift'ling  ore; 
Thy  mountains  fpread  with  many  a  yellow  grave, 
Thy  trees  befpatter'd  round  with  human  gore  ! 

But,  fee  poor,   ribbon'd  Have  thy  fame  decays, 
While  mem'ry's  annals  paint  each  high-ting'd  crime! 
For  WASHINGTON  difrobes  thy  fading  bays, 
And  fhines,  fuperior  in  the  rolls  of  time. 

Sweet  mercy  reins  his  arm,   and  patriot  love 
Directs  to  conqueft  in  tne  hallow'd  caufe; 
Before  his  fteps,   fee  freedom's  genius  move, 
While  millions  greet  the  hero  with  applaufe  I 

No  buft  for  thee,  fhall  jMafTachufett  raife, 

No  lafting  ftone  thy  name  fhall  eternize, 

No  future  bard  fhall  ever  fing  thy  praife, 

For  thee,  no  prayers  fhall  reach  the  diftant  Ikies: 

But  damn'd  with  infamy  to  lateft  times, 

The  man  who  dip'd  his  fteel  in  brother's  gore  : 

Each  faithful  annal  fhall  record  his  crimes, 

And  brand  his  name,    'till  world's  fhall  be  no  more* 

Camp  at  Perlioming,    1777* 


ELEGY     3. 
PASTORAL     ELEGY, 

Gn  tie  death  of  Miff  NELLY  3NI  o  N  T  G  o  M  E  R  Y, 

to  Mifs  KITTY  M'CALL, 
Both    cf  Philadelphia. 


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WAS  when  the  fpangled  curtains  of  the  night, 
Kad  veil'd  HeavVs  arch,  and  with  a  borrow'd 

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212  ELEGIES, 

The  warning  moon,  faint  glimm'ring  o'er  the  plain,- 

Began  her  melancholy  midnight  reign; 

O'er  the  wide  lawn  fair  Paftorella  ftray'd, 

.And  fadly  penfive  fought  a  gloomy  {hade  ; 

All  nature  flept — the  weeping  maid  alone 

To  darkling  groves  made  her  deep  forrows  known; 

The  groves  refounded  to  her  mournful  cries, 

And  plaintive  echo,   echo'd  to  her  iighs. 

Hear  me,  ye  woods,   and  ev'ry  gentle  gale ! 
Hear  me  Die  cri'd,  I  Silvia's  lofs  bewail ; 
Ye  pafling  zephyrs  bear  my  fighs  along, 
Ye  heath-clad  hills,   refound  my  plaintive  fong ; 
Refound  each  rock,    refound  each  diftant  fhorc, 
Fair  Sylvia's  dead,   and  pleafure  is  no  more. 
Ye  fportive  flocks  that  oft  around  us  play'd, 
Our  mutual  care — lament  the  gentle  maid. 
Droop  all  ye  flow'i  s  no  more  your  fragrance  yield, 
Nor  paint,  with  varied  hues,   the  ample  field, 
'Twas  Sylvia's  prefence  made  you  look  fo  gay; 
Now  Sylvia's  gone,   your  beauties  fade  away. 
Her  pleafing  convcrfe  fweeten'd  ev'ry  toil; 
While  Sylvia  liv'd,   all  nature  feem'd  to  fmile : 
Bleft  with  my  friend,   from  care,   from  forrow  free, 
Where'er  we  went,   there  pleafure  feem'd  to  be. 
The  groves,  the  meads,   each  rural  fcene   look'd  gay, 
And  calm  contentment  crown'd  each  happy  day  ; 
But  now,   nor  groves,   nor  meadows  charm   my  fight, 
Nor  rural  fcenes  afford  the  leaft  delight; 
No  more  the  mock-bird,   or  the  thrufh  I  hear, 
All  penfive  feem,    as  drooping  in  defpair: 
For  Sylvia's  gone! — her  lofs  they  all  deplore, 

My  joys  are  fled,   and  pleafure  is no  more. 

Her  plaintive  woes  thus  Paftorella  lung, 

With  plaintive  woe  the  hills  and  valleys  rung: 

Till  tired  nature  funk,   with  grief  opprefl, 

And  flecp,   in  pity,   lull' d  her  cares  to  reft.  J»    W. 


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ELEGY     4. 

On  the  Death  of  the  amiable  Mifs  LETITI  A  THOMPSON, 
Eldeft  Daughter  of  JOHN  THOMPSON,  Efq.  of 
Newcaftle,  on  Delaware,  in  her  i$thYear. 

Quis  defiderhftt  pudor,  aut  modus,  tarn  chart  capitis? 

I 

COME  foft-ey'd  elegy,  infpire  my  lays, 
With  plaintive  accents  bid  my  numbers  flowj 
I  fing  a  virgin's  death,   a  virgin's  praife, 
A  parent's  joy,  a  parent's  greatcft  woe. 

2. 

Paufe  meditation,   and  the  fcene  furvey, 
Scarce  roll'd  two  bufy,  fleeting  xras  round, 
A  haplefs  corfc,  the  lov'i*  Letitia  lay, 
Condemn'd  to  moulder  in  a  wintry  ground. 


Wrapt  in  the  hollow  enamel's  filent  womb, 
The  fair  deceas'd  reclines  her  peaceful  head; 
A  long  oblivion  feals  her  to  the  tomb, 
'Till  wak'd  to  judgment  with  the  happy  dead. 


From  every  breafl  the  fympathetic  iigh, 
A  down  each  cheek,  the  involuntary  tear, 
A  grief  unfeign'd  fits  glim'ring  in  each  eye, 
And  pours  fpontaneous  o'er  the  virgin's  bier. 


Sweet,  hsautious,   good,  with  every  grace  combin'd. 
That  pleas'd  the  foul,  inform'd  the  lovely  fair, 
Each  generous  paffion  warm'd  her  tender  mind, 
Her  lofs  we  feel,  and  feeling — we  defpair,  If. 


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6. 

Yet  why  defpair  ?   fince  Heav'n  has  fnatch'd  the 
Immaculate  from  earth,   through  pureft  love, 
In  white  rob'd  innocence,   and  youth  array'd, 
To  realms  of  blifs,   and  happinefs  above. 


If  native  virtue,  wit  without  offence, 

If  love  parental  may  deferve  regard, 

If  iweeteft  modefty,  beneficence, — 

An  endlefs  crown,   clear  maid,   is  thy  reward. 

8. 

Frefh  blow'd  the  rofe,   beneath  a  vernal  iky, 
No  lowering  profpect  ihew'd  the  threat'ning  guft, 
Which  furious  came,   alas !   nor  deem'd  fo  nigh, 
And  all  its  beauties  humbled  with  the  duft. 


Swift  fped  the  fatal  {haft,   and  pierc'd  a  heart, 
Fraught  with  the  richeft  gifts  of  a  fupremcj 
'Twere  we  alone  that  felt  the  icy  dart, 
That  rob'd  the  poet  of  his  choiceft  theme. 

10. 

See !   pale  and  filent  lies  the  lovely  clay, 
Which  vivid  health  fo  late  in  bloom  array'd, 
Fled  are  each  grace,   each  native  charm  away, 
And  every  beauty  funk  in  death  decayed  ! 

II. 

Hufh'd  is  the  tongue  whofe  gentle  accents  broke 
In  fofteft  melody  and  fweetcft  grace; 
Clos'd  are  the  lips,   that  once  fo  pleafing  fpokc, 
And  fled  the  cliaftc  vermilion  of  that  face. 


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12. 


ing  thought!  here  let  me  wipe 
The  falling  tear,   yet  ftill  my  eye  o'er-flowsj 
Oh  !   could  I  tune  the  elegiac  lay, 
To  melt  each,  obd'rate  breaft  at  human  woes  \ 


See!   o'er  her  lovely  duft  with  forrow  bend, 
With  heart-worn  anguifti  prefs'd  a  weeping  trafc,' 
The  helplefs  parent,   brother  ,  fifter^  friend^ 
And  tacitly  of  fate's  decree  complain. 

14. 

"Where  now  is  fled  the  father's  fondeft  care  ? 
"Wafted  far  hence  to  fome  more  happy  ihore  | 
The  mother's  early  joy  —  is  loft  in  air, 
And  all  her  rifing  glories  are  no  more. 


Soft  in  the  down  of  placid  hope  fhe  lay, 
Smiling  with  brow  ferene,   and  pailions  even, 
Waiting  the  dawning  of  immortal  day, 
She  gently  breath'd  her  guiitlefs  foul  to  iicavea. 

1.  L      P. 


ELEGY     5. 
HOPELESS     LOVE. 

HOWL  ye  bleak  winds  along  the  barren  plain 
With  hollow  murmurs  fill  the  dufky  air! 
Let  thunders  roll,   let  midnight  darknefs    reian, 
The  dreary  folace  of  my  fours  defpair. 

For,   Oh  !   I  love  —  but,   heedlefs  of  my  pain, 
X  he  maid,  whole  beauty  all  my  foul  infoires, 

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216  ELEGIES* 

Rejects  my  paffioa  with  a  cold  difdain, 
Damps  my  fond  hopes,   and  chills  my  warm 

Oh!  fmile  no  more,   fweet  folitudes  where  oft 
I  fought  my  Mira  in  the  checkcr'd  {hade; 
"Where  liiVning  to  her  voice, — her  voice  fo  foft, 
My  yielding  foul  was  Mira's  captive  made. 

Thou  defartforcft!   witncfs  to  my  love, 
To  thce  alone,  in  plaintive  {trains,    I  dare 
Tell  my  fond  pafiion,  whilft  I  lonely  rove, 
'Without  one  ray  of  hope  my  fteps  to  cheer. 

Thou  dcfart  foreft !    in  thy  twilight  ihaue, 

Oh  let  me  wander  f*.r  from  human  light, 

Where  no  gay  fun-beams  the  thick  gloom  pervade, 

Nor  the  pale  moon  gleams  through  with  iilver  light. 

Each  fcene  delighted  when  my  Mira  fmii'u, 
Woods,  hills,   and  vales — all  nature  look'd  more  gay; 
Sweet  hope,  c'eluilve  hope!   my  heart  beguil'd, 
And  hoarT  wiater  laugli'd  like  youthful  May. 

On  my  fond  bofom  then  would  Mira  lean, 

I  told  rny  love,-— I  told  my  ardent  flame — 

-But,   ah!   how  chang'd  from  that  enchanting  fcene^ 

A  fiivor'cl  rival  now  ufurps  my  claim. 

Now  nought  but  fadnefs,   forrcw  and  defpair 
Attend  my  ftcps— attend  where  e'er  I  go, 
All  things  that  fmil'd,   row  gloomy  afpects  wear, 
The  trees  wave  mournful— fad  the  riv'lets  flow. 

And,  hark !   from  yonder  fclitary  fpray 
The  moaning  turtle's  plaintive  notes  refound— . 
Thy  plaintive  notes  I  love— -purfue  thy  lay — 
It  fuits  ray  forrow,   and  it  fooths  my  \vcund. 

How  oft,   v.-hcn  bleft  with  hopes  of  Mira's  love, 

Haih  fancy  rais'd  gay  icenes  of  future  joy! 

Fancy,   with  rapture,  would  unbounded  rove 

O't;r  ev'ry  charm,   and  all  my  thought  employ.        JJiit 


r  E    L    E    G    I    £    S.  217 

But  now,  ideal  fcenes  of  blifs  no  more, 
Engage  my  heart  and  all  my  thoughts  controul : 
Mira  is  loft--- whilft  I  the  lofs  deplore, 
A  gloomy  train  of  forrows  cloud  my  foul. 
Though  hopelefs  love,  unpitied— though  defpair^ 
With  lading  anguifli  fill  my  tortur'd  breaft; 
Where  Mira  dwells,  let  no  intruding  care, 
.No  heart-corroding  grief  her  peace  moleft. 

Philadelphia.  J. TV s. 

igMI-^^^^ 

ELEGY       6. 

To   Mifs  N.   N.    of  Pa/ey. 

HOAV  blcft  were  my  days,  O  ye  fwains  [ 
How  happy  the  time  that  has  been, 
When  blithfomc  I  trip'd  o'er  the  plains, 

Or  danc'd  with  my  Nan  on  the  green. 
No  fhepherd  as  joyful  as  I, 

No  lafs  more  delighted  than  flic  \ 
Each  fwain  full  of  envy  flood  by, 
And  pm'd  at  our  amorous  glee. 

Iler  fong  filPd  with  rapture  the  whole, 

The  boors  would  come  lift'ning  around  ; 
Her  mufic  enchanted  my  foul, 

Which  footh'd,  whilft  it  rankled  my  wouai. 
The  meadows  with  pleafure  each  morn, 

For  nofc-gays  rnd  chaplets  Fd  rove, 
The  hair  of  my  lafs  to  adorn, 

And  fix  on  the  breaft  of  my  Love. 
But  fince  fhc  has  fled  from  my  fight, 

And  left  me  to  forrow  and  care  -y 
No  more  I'll  partake  of  delight, 

But  breath  out  my  foul  in  defpair. 


2iS  E    L    E    O    I    1    $; 

Ah  lucklefs,   ah  forrowful  day  f 

No  more  o'er  the  the  landfcapc  I'll  rove  $•' 
Or  pafs  the  fwcet  moments  away, 

In  fond  repetitions  of  love. 

ELEGY       7. 

The  SHEPHERD'S  COMPLAINT. 
•         ---  ......         Gaudet  in  Sy/vif  k 


\7[7HERE  wanders  the  lovelieft  of  maids  ? 

What  bow'rj  Maria  contains  ? 
O  !  waft  me  to  thofc  happy  fliades 

Where  roves  the  gay  pride  of  the  plains  ! 

In  her  abfence  there's  nothing  can  pleafe, 

In  vain  the  birds  chearfully  fmg  ! 
For  Co/in9  s  a  ftranger  to  eafe, 

Nor  knows  the  delights  of  the  fpring* 

I've  wander'd  thro'  each  lonely  vale, 
I've  fought  the  recefs  of  each  grove  ; 

I've  travers'd  each  hill  and  each  dale, 
But  never  could  meet  with  my  love. 

To  the  woods  and  the  wilds  I  complain^ 

And  teach  them  my  amorous  woe  ; 
They  attentively  hear  my  Tad  ftrain, 

While  the  woods  waft  my  fighs  as  they  blow, 
But,  ah  !  what  avails  my  complaint^ 

Or  why  do  I  figh  to  the  grove  ? 
Can  I  think  fo  all-beauteous  a  faint, 

Will  attend  to  a  fwain's  iimple  love? 
No  !  —  Colin  t  your  fighs  are  in  vain, 

In  vain  to  luch  charms  you  afpire  ; 
Should  Maria   but  hear  you  complain, 

She'd  laugb.  at  your  foolHh,  fond  fire. 

Ate! 


ELEGIES. 

Alas  !   let  lier  laugh  if  {he  will, 

And  cruelly  fport  with  my  love  ; 
Tet  her  praife  ev'ry  valley  fhall  fill, 

And  my  pafllon  refound  thro*  each  grove. 

J.     W 


ELEGY       8. 

On  Solitude. 

Bear  me,  fomc  God,  Oh!  quickly  bear  me  hence 
To  wliolefome  folitudc,  the  nurie  of  fenfe  ; 
Where  contemplation  prunes  her  rufiled  wings, 
dnd  tkc  free  foul  looks  down  to  pity  kings. 

HAIL,  folitude  !    calm  peaceful  flate  \ 
Thou  choiceft  bleffing  here  below, 
Unknown,  unheeded  by  the  great, 
Thou  fovVcign  balm  of  human  woe! 

Contentment  fwectly  fmiles  around, 
Where'er  thou  tak'ft  thy  blifsful  feat, 

And  youthful  verdure  decks  the  ground, 
While  rofes  fpring  beneath  thy  feet. 

How  bleft  and  happy  is  the  fwain, 

Who  far  remote  from  noife  and  ftrifc; 

Whofe  £;r  n'rous  Ibul  is  pure  from  ftain, 
Who  leads  a  calm,   unruffled  life  ! 

With  whom  peace,   innocence  and  love-, 

That  from  thy  blifs-inipiring  train, 
Forever  dwell,  and  with  him  rove 

Thro'  ev'ry  meadow,   field  or  plain, 

How  pleas'd  he  rifes  with  the  dawn, 

And  drives  his  fieecy  care  along 
Some  ftlver  brook,  or  flow'ry  lawn, 

Cbarm'd  with,  the  warbler's  early  fong. 

OH 


ELEGIES, 


Oh  !  waft  me  to  feme  cool  retreat, 

Where  Heav'n-born  cont-mplation  reigns 

Where  zephyrs  fan  th«  noon-day  heat, 

And  fongfters  chaunt  foul-thrilling  ftrains 

Sequefter'd  here  ;  —  in  folitude, 
Befide  a  mofs-deck'd  purling  rill  : 

From  ev'ry  mortal  eye  fecludc, 

Let  me  repofe,  —  all  calm  and  dill. 

Let  wkifp'ring  breezes  foftly  play, 
Within  the  leafy,  ruftling  grove  ; 

While  the  fwcct  Robin  tunes  his  lay, 
And  plaintive  coos  the  mournful  dove. 

Bleft  with  fuch  pure,    ferene  delights, 

My  Hcav'n-afpiring  thoughts  would  rife 

On  fancy's  wing;   in  loftieft  flights, 
Above  the  flar-befpanglcd  ikies. 

While  here  I'd  lie  devoid  of  care, 
Sweet  harmony  fhould  tune  my  foul, 

And  melody  bleft,  —  charm  my  ear, 

How  fwiftly  time  away  would  rollf  J. 


ELEGY       9. 

On  the  Death  af  Enfan   JOHN  WlL  COCKS,   late  of  thf 
h  or  Royal  Regiment  of  Ireland^  aged  22. 


Flelilis  indignosy   elegia,  filve  capillosy 
Ah  nlmis  ex  vtro  nunc  tibi  nonien  trit  I 

Hie  tui  votes  Gperis,   tua  fama  Tibullus, 
Ardet  in  exjlrnclo  corpus  inant  rc-ga. 

COME  elegy  forlorn  ! 


Come,  weeping  dame,  and  bid  thy  trefTes  flow  I 
Thou  bear' ft,  foft  miftrefs  of  the  tearful  eye, 

From  grief  thy  name,  now  name  alas  too  juft ! 
For  fee  thy  fav'rite  bard,   thy  glory  lye, 

h'd  on  yon  fun'ral  pile,  ah,  iifelefs  duft  i 

Hu/h'd 


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HUSH'D  be  the  dull  impertinence  of  joy,  '; 
Let  plaintive  ftrains  the  widow'd  nine  employ  J 
While  grief-lorn  forrow  broods  o'er  ev'ry  plain, 
And  bright  Apptlh  weeps  Amyntor,— -ilain  : 
Amyntor  gone  !    the  hills  aod  groves  repine  ; 
Their  lofs  is  great, — a  greater  lofs  is  mine. 
"   And  can  I  grieve  too  much?-— what  time  fhall  en4 
My  forrows  for  fo  kind,  fo  dear  a  friend  ?" 
Each  tender  feeling  to  the  barcl  was  known, 
Andfriendfhip's  bands  had  link'd  cur  fouls  in  one. 
No  felfifh  thought  e'er  fway'd  his  gen'rous  mind> 
He  lov'd  his  country,   friend,   and  all  mankind^ 
The  fcft  pierian  maids,  that  tuneful  choir, 
Profufely  laviih'd  their  poetic  fire  ; 
Taught  him,  as  Juvenal,  the  bitter  drain,    ~) 
To  wanton  in  Anacreotis  merry  vein, 
Or,   ioftly  fweet,  like  Ncfo  to  complain  :       3 
With  eaie  to  wield  the  graceful  lyric  pen, 
-Dcfcant  on  manners,  morals,    times  and  mem. 
Swoin  with  their  bleft  divinity,   his  foul 
Hath  often  foar'd,   impatient  of  controul ; 
Plucking  frefh  laurels  to  adorn  the  flirine 
Of  great  Apollo  and  the  lifter  nine. 

No  more,  alas !  from  that  melifiuous  tonguet 
(On  whofe  fweet  accents  I  fo  oft  have  hung, 
Attention  all,}  fhall  thofc  harmonious  lays, 
Provoke  my  laughter,   or  excite  iny  praiie  ? 
Whene'er  difpos'd  in  hum'rous  pafquinade, 
To  paint  the  coxcomb,   or  the  fwagg'ring  blade  ; . 
Or  in  farcaftic  fa  tire's  ample  road, 
To  lafli  his  ign'rant  brethren  of  the  fword: — 
Well-pleasM  I  read  the  truth-revealing  tale, 
And  fir'd  with  equal  warmth  I  learn'd  to  rail.' 

Too  low  my  fcng,  alas  !   my  tuneful  lays, 
T'extol  his  merk,   or  exprefs  his  praife  ; 
Yet  let  me  on  my  ruftic  pipe  complain, 
And  mourn  his  death  in  elegiac  ftrain  : 
Jvly  .cares  and  forrows  conftantly  rchearfe, 

And 


222  ELEGIES. 

And  with  his  name  adorn  my  humble  Tcrfe  'j 

"While  in  each  line  my  poignant  fufPrings  flow, 

My  deareft  Wilcocks  in  Amyntor  know. 

Let  Mars  lament  and  all  his  warlike  train, 

Let  Celia  too  lament  Amyntor  ilain,—- 

Celia!  whofe  charms  employ'd  the  poet's  lore, 

Lov'd  by  ihc  bard,   but  iov'd,  alas,   no  more  ! 

True  to  the  laft,  e'en  in  the  pangs  of  death, 

He  call'd  his  Ctlia  with  his  hteft  breath  5 

Eid  her,   if  e'er  Ihe  lov'd,   like  him,  fincere, 

On  his  cold  afhes  drop  one  pitying  tear. 

Deaf  to  his  cries,   the  lovely  beauteous  fair 

Feels  not  the  wound,   nor  knows  her  friend's  defpair  ; 

Knows  not,   alas  !    her  promis'd  joys  are  o'er, 

Amyvtor  dead,   and  pleafure  too,   no  more. 

Now  in  the  channel's  mouldering  bofom  laid, 

Forgets  his  friends,   forgets  the  fpotlefs  maid  ! 

Forgets  mankind  !  —  his  venial  fins  fopgiv'n, 

His  foul  fupenor,  mounts  th'  empyreal  Hcav'n  ; 

Fromcv'ry  earthly  manacle  fet  free, 

He  leave*  the  world  to  grief,   to  Celia  and  to  me. 

Learn  then  to  die,  yc  thoughtlefs  giddy  youth  f 
Death  is  a  dreadful,  incontefted  truth  •, 
Wifdom  and  eloquence  in  vain  may  plead, 
We  all  mViib  mingle  \vith  cur  iircs,   the  dead  ; 
Tho*  to  .Apollo  cleHv,   tho'  our  reward 
Eternal  fime  .;«•—  thus  iings  the  moral  bard— 
"  Po^ts  themfelves  muft  fdll  like  thofe  they  fung, 
Deaf  the  prais'd  ear  and  mute  t!ic  tuneful  tongue  ; 
E'en  he  whofe  foul  now  melts  in  mournful  lays, 
May  (hortly  want  the  gen'rous  tear  he  pays. 
Then  from  his  clofing  eyes  thy  form  ihall  part, 
And  the  laft  pang  fha!l  tear  jthec  from  his  heart  : 
Life's  idle  buiinels  at  one  gafy  be  o'er, 
The  mnfe  forgot,  and  thou  be  lov'd  no  mere. 


Philadelphia, 

ELEGY 


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ELEGY        10. 

On  the  Death  cf '  Doff  or  JOHN  FINNEY. 

Addreffed  to  tie  Honorable  David  Finney,  Ef quirt)  one 
of  the  Supreme  Judges  of  the  State  of  Delaware. — 
Nevucaftle. 

When  unreclaim'd  the  vicious  fall,  we  weep, 
But  with  the  virtuous  dead  each  woe  fhould  flsep. 

ONCE  more,  Urania,  breathe  the  plaintive  lore, 
Infpire  my  bofom  with  thine  hallow'd  flame  1 
'Tis  wifdom,  juflice,  virtue  I  deplore, 
Sacred  to  thee  and  to  eternal  fame. 

I  weep  the  good  old  man,  whofe  hoary  hairs 

Now  peaceful  reft  beneath  the  mould'ring  ground ; 

"Whofe  brow  unvex'd  with  bufy  tho'ts  and  cares, 
Sweetly  unbends  within  the  heaving  mound. 

Heav'n  gave  the  word,  fate  wing'd  th*  unerring  dart, 
"Which  pierc'd,  alas,  the  mighty  man  ©f  years  I 

To  filent  duft  confign'd  his  honeft  heart, 
And  bid  reflexion  feed  her  countiefs  tears. 

Pity,  tho'  infult  to  thy  happy  (hade, 

Now  flows  alike  from  fympathy  and  love, 

Reflection  joys  to  think  our  friend  is  made 
A  bleft  fojpurner  with  the  faints  above. 

What  now  avails  thy  ^Efculapean  fkill, 
Thy  drugs  and  noftrums  or  catholicon? 

The  deftinies  depend  not  on  thy  will ; 

Thy  days  are  fix'd,  thy  healing  influence  gone. 

Could  ftricbft  piety  o'ercome  the  grave, 
Or  {hield  from  death  thy  venerable  head  j 

L  1   '  Could 


224  ELEGIES. 

Could  virtue  from  the  tyrant's  fury  fave, 

Thou  dill  had'  ft  liv'd,nor  had  we  mourn'd  thee  dead. 


ELEG 

On  the   Death  of  M'/fs  ELIZA  E 

New-England. 

GW  vain,  Eliza,  are  the  tears  we  fhed, 

In  vain  we  forrow  for  tliy  early  doom! 
Our  woes,  alas!  can  never  raife  the  dead, 
Q*  burft  the  fetters  of  thefilent  tomb. 

Yet,  deareft  fhade,  accept  the  votive  figh, 
Tis  all  the  tribute  which  thou  can'ft  receive; 

The  rich,  the  poor,  the  bafe,  the  virtuous  die, 

And  naught  is  left  for  friendfliij),  —  but  to  grieve. 

No  more  thy  bofom  beats  with  genial  fire, 

Pale  is  that  cheek,  where  rofcs  bloom'd  before  j 

Thofe  languid  eyes  that  love  could  once  infpire, 
Now  ceale  to  conquer,  and  (hall  roll  no  more. 

Yet  o'er  thy  tomb  (hall  living  fweets  be  fpread, 
The  choiceft  odours  fhall  the  place  enfhrine; 

While  heav'nly  radiance  circles  round  thy  head, 
And  angels  hail-  thee  in  a  form  divine. 

On  rapid  pinions  fleet  our  years  away, 

Nor  pray'rs,  or  offerings  can  a  moment  fave: 

Our  greateft  joys  endure  but  for  a  day, 
And  ev'ry  day  anticipates  the  graVe. 

Then  while  I  live  and  breathe  the  vital  air, 
I'll  keep  thy  dear  example  in  my  mind; 

That  I  may  fall,  fuperior  to  defpaii, 

And  tafte  true  comfort  in  a  foul  rcfign'd. 

Camp  at  Mcrr'ifcinia^  ijj6. 

E  L  E 


ELEGIES. 


*  *  *• 


ELEGY 


12 


On  the  Death  of  JOHN  HASELET,  Ef  quire,  Colonel  of 
the  Delaware  troops,  <wh?  fell  in  the  battle  of  Prince 
ton,  January  3, 


^ddrciTsJ  to  the  Hon.  Crefar  Rodney  and  Thomas 
M'Kcaa,  Efquires,  Members  of  Congrefs  for  th-it 
State. 

An  vanis  infcripta  notis  anguftior  urna, 
Phidiacumve  loquens  nobile  marmor  opus, 

An  revocent  animam  fatal!  a  fede  fugacem? 
Detque  iterum  vka  poffe  priore  frui  ? 

Pollit  adulantum  fernio  penettare  fepulchrun>? 
Evocet  aut  manes  laus  et  inanis  honor? 

YE  fires  of  freedom  —  patrons  of  the  brave, 
Accept  the  tribute  of  thefb  tunelefs  lays  ! 
A  votive  offering  to  the  patriot's  grave, 

Will  move  your  forrcw,  while  it  fceks  your  praifc. 

Forgive  the  unletter'd  mufe  —  tho'  bold  the  flight, 
Tis  Haf  clefs  merit  claims  the  poet's  boon: 

From  Lethe's  ihades,  to  fame's  meridian  height,  —  * 
To  raife  his  virtues  from  the  filent  tomb. 

Unaw'd  by  minions,  —  refolute  as  fate, 

Wife  in  the  fenate,  —  firm  to  freedom's  caufe, 

K-e  rais'd  his  arm  to  prop  the  *  wav'ring  State, 
Tortur'd  by  faction,  —  cleftitute  of  laws. 

The  fweets,  pure  flowing  from  domeftic  life, 

With  all  the  joys  that  wealth  and  affluence  yield, 

Cheerful  he  left,  to  join  the  glorious  ftrife, 
And  face  oppreffion  in  the  doubtful  field. 

To 


r.vr.re  cn-jn;:  s  it  th^i  t'r.re  hanging  en  nn  equip- 
to  <  nV  the  bcuni  o/.  one  iiiic  or  the  nt: 
cr^bcr  of  AiV::r/:  iy  for  th« 


226  ELEGIES. 

To  curb  the  pride  of  Albion's  frantic  Lord, 
To  free  his  country  from  a  Defpot's  chain, 

Hafelet  for  this,  unfheath'd  his  vengeful  fyvord, 
Nor  has  he  drawn  the  vengeful  blade  in  vain. 

Tho'  o'er  his  head  th'  inclement  Sirius  reigns, 
And  mid-day  Phoebus  darts  tiis  fcorching  rays, 

ThoJ  wint'ry  blafts  congeal  the  fnow-clad  plains, 
He  braves  the  fealons, — emulous  of  praife. 

When  iron  thunders  fpread  deftruction  round, 
He  fmil'd  at  danger,  for  he  knew  not  fear  j 

Bold  in  the  war,— in  ev'ry  conflict  found 
The  hardy  foldier  and  the  prudent  feer. 

Before  his  eyes  a  bright  example  fhone,-  — 

The  immortal  IVajlnngton^  in  arms  renown'd  ; 

His  manly  virtues  wifh'd  to  make  his  own, 
To  raife  a  hero  with  fair  glory  crown'd. 

Swift  o'er  the  dufky  heath,  in  columns  vaft, 
(Shining  refulgent  on  the  ruddy  morn,) 

Britannia's  veterans  move  in  warlike  hafte, 
Viewing  our  cohorts  with  the  eyes  of  fcorn. 

Quick  thro'  the  circl'ing  air  deftruftion  fped, 
While  tortur'd  aether  echo'd  to  the  roar; 

Briton  on  Briton  o'er  the  landfcape  fpread, 

And  Freemen's  blood  enrich'd  the  mingled  gore. 

Thy  plains  O  Princeton,  red  with  carnage  tell 
The  crimfon'd  laurels  of  the  well-fought  day ! 

How  Hafelet  conquer'd,  and  how  brave  he  fell, 
And  crown'd  with  vicYry  breath'd  his  foul  away. 

'Twas  freedom  call'd  the  willing  patriot  forth, 
He  came,  he  fought,  and  for  his  country  blec}, 

His  active  fword  proclaim'd  his  manly  worth, 
And  fame  now  ranks  him  with  the  mighty  dead. 

c-   The  favage  hand  of  war  hath  clos'd  thofe  eyes, 
Whence  hcneft  nature  {hone  in  frienqly  fmile?, 


ELEGIES.  $27 

•Such  looks  as  fpoke  him  gen'rous,  brave  and  wife, 
Stranger  to  fraud  and  affectation's  wiles  !" 

Some  future  day  fhall  -{heath  our  blood-ftain'd  Arords, 
Glutted  with  vengeance  on  the  Britifh  hofts; 

Far  driven  from  our  fhores,  thofe  murd'iing  Hords, 
Shall  feek  afyium  on  their  native  coafts. 

Tremble  ye  traitors  to  your  country's  good, 
For  juftice  unappeas'd, — with  reeking  blade, 

Still  threats  for  Mercer  and  for  Hafelet's  blood, 
And  Jerfey — defart,  .by  your  .treafons,-*-madeJ 

Receive  then,  honored  ("hade,  a  long  farewell ! 

Thy  fate  America  fliall  ftill  deplore  : 
Some  future  bard,  (more  fkill'd)  thy  deads  fhall  telj, 

And  weep  the  foldier  who  is  now— -no  more. 

Brifto!t  Head-Quarters,  Jan.  14,  1777. 


ELEGY        13. 

On  lie  Death  of  Brigadier  General  HUGH  MERCER,  of 
Virginia,  ivko  ivas  Jlatn  in  the  aclion  near  Princeton ^ 
January  3,  1777. 

Addreffed  to  the  Honorable  Colonel  William  Grayfon, 
of  Dumfries,  a  Member  of  Coagrefs,  for  the  Com 
monwealth  cf  Virginia. 

Et  generis  ia-Hiatus  honos,  dominatio  reriirr., 
Quicquid  opt-s,  cjuicquiJ  forma  dcderc  boni, 

Supfemam  fimul  hanc  exv-eitant  omnia  noctem; 
Scilicet  ad  lethum  ducit  honoris  iter. 

NOTHER  Patriot  claims  the  votive  rtrain, 

Frefli  laurels  fpring  around  the  honor'd  hearfe  ; 
Larf.cnted  Mercer,  erft  in  battle  {lain  I 

Pe  thine  the  cfTrlr.g  cf  my  humble  v*rfe. 

'Tie 


223  ELEGIES. 

'Tis  nature  bids  the  manly  tear  to  flow 
In  rich  oblations,  o'er  the  clofing  urn  | 

Guiltlefs  of  art,  unufual  feelings  glow, 

And  hard'ned  chiefs,—- involuntary,-— mourn. 

Hut,  fdy  what  *  caufe,— -from  fweet  domeftie  eafe, 
Called  forth  the  patriot  to  the  doubtful  ftrife, 

From  fcenes,  where  afluence  lavifh'd  all  to  pleafe, — 
The  fondling  infarjt,  and  the  tender  wife? 

Thofe  fo ft  endearments  are,  alas!— no  more, 
No  kindred  tie  his  willing  ftep  detains, 

RefolvM,— lie  leaves  Virginia's  friendly  fhorc, 

To  guard  the  foil  where  Heav'n-born  freedom  reigns, 

The  naked  Indian,  or  the  valiant  *  *  *  *, 
The  painted  favage,  and  th'  untutor'd  band, 

On  thofe,  no  more  his  angry  weapons  fall, 

A  foe,  more  favage,  dares  his  chaft'ning  hand. 

Now  Sol  up-rifing,  guilds  the  difbant  fpire, 

Paints  the  dun  umbrage  of  the  weftern  wood, 

O'er  haplefs  Princeton,  fheds  his  genial  fire, 
lioufing  the  Briton  to  new  fcenes  of  blood. 

Loud  founds  the  martial  trumpet  from  afar, 
The  watchful  cavalry  invert  the  ground; 

The  beat  of  drums  proclaims  th'  approach  of  war, 
While  frighted  Heralds  bear  the  tidings  round, 

The  diftant  hills  on  each  horizon  blaze 

With  poliflvd  arms,  and  troops  in  vaft  parade; 

No  ling'ring  terror,  cither  hoft  delays 

To  meet  the  foe,  in  warlike  pomp  array 'd. 

Intrepid  Mercer  leads  the  embattTd  van, 
His  great  example  ev'ry  foldicr  fires; 

Thru1 

*  D.r.-n  f.d  Cuiovere  loco  me  tempera  grata, 

Civilifjue  PuJcjn  belli  tulit  ^Elius  in  arma,          HOR. 


ELEGIES. 

Thro'-out  the  deepening  line,  from  man  to  man, 
The  pulfe  of  glory  ev'ry  breaft  infpircs. 

Swift  on  the  foe  the  dauntlefs  warrior  fprings, 
Braves  the  loud  cannon's  deiolating  force, 

Dares  the  grim  terrors  of  their  circling  wings, 
And  ftrcws  the  field  with  many  a  bleeding  corfe. 

But  pierc'd  he  falls,  he  welters  on  the  ground ; 

The  ruffian  foe  rejbfce  with  favage  cries, 
While  reeking  bay'nets  blnili  from  wound  to  wound, 

Mangi'ing  the  hero  as  he  beeding  lies. 

A  corps  referv'd,  tho'  panting  for  the  deed, 
Indignant  view'd  the  tragic  fcene  from  far, 

Onward  they  furious  rufh'd  with  vengeful  fpeed, 
Fly'd  the  loud  cannon,  and  renewed  the  war. 

Fcrc'd  from  their  murd'ring  work,  the  villains  fly, 
In  broken  columns  o'er  the  bloody  field, 

Some  breathlefs  faint,  fome  malm'd  expiring  Ii~, 
While  others,  trembl'ing  to  the  victors  yield. 

In  vain  they  fhun  the  vengeance  of  our  arms, 
In  vain  the  terrors  of  the  war  decline, — 

The  grateful  chafe  each  patriot  bofom  warms, 
And  fhow'rs  deft  ruction  on  their  routed  line. 

Revenge  appeas'd  with  ample  vicTry  crown'd, 
For  Mercer  mangled,  and  for  Hnfelet  flam, 

Sees  Briton's  mifcreants  ftrew  the  purple  ground, 
A  grateful  tribute  on  the  well-fought  plain. 

Now  what  was  virtue,  which  the  jufb  admire, 
Soul  of  the  patriot,  inilmct  of  the  brave  ? 

Qviench'd  is  that  fpark  that  fed  the  genial  fire, 
And  Mercer  il umbers  in  the  peaceful  grave. 

Olympus' 


E    L    E    G    I    E    S. 


Olympus'  toxv'ring  heights,  thofe  bled  abodes, 
Where  freedom  fheds  her  fair,  aufpiciotis  ray,' 

Glorious  he  feeks,  and  mix'd  with  kindred  Gods, 
Breathes  the  pui-Qjether  of  eternal  day. 

Philadelphia  ,  January  21,   1777. 


End  of  the  ELEGIES, 


THE  Congrefs  of  the  United  States,  as  a  taftimony  of  public  gratitude, 
and  an  incitement  to  future  deeds  ot  virtue  and  [.atriotifm,  ordered  that  a 
monument  fliould  be  eredled  at  Bofton,  in  honor  of  Major  General  Warren, 
who  fell  in  the  aftion  on  Hunker's-Hill,  and  another  in  Virginia  in  honor  of 
Brigadier  General  Mercer,  who  was  ilain  in  the  battle  at  Princeton. — They 
alfo  decreed,  that  the  eldeft  fon  of  the  former,  and  the  youngeit  fon  of  the 
latter  of  thefe  generals,  fliould  be  educated  at  the  expence  of  the  United 
States. 

The  Legislature  of  the  State  of  Delaware  (to  their  honor  be  it  fpoken) 
have  likewife  caufed  a  marble  tomb-Hone  to  be  erected  over  the  grave  of 
Colonel  Hafelet,  in  the  city  of  Philadelphia,  who  fell  in  the  laft  mentioned 
engagement,  on  which  the  following  epitaph  is  engraved : — 

In  Memory  of 
JOHN  HASELET,  Efymre, 

Colonel  of  the  DE  L  AWARE  REGIMENT, 

Who  fell  Gloriotf/ly  at  the  Battle  of 

PRINCETON, 

In  the  Caufe  of 

AMERICAN  INDEPENDENCE, 

January  3d,   1777. 

The  General  Afiembly  of  the 

DELAWARE  STATS, 

Remembering 

His  Virtues  as  a  Man, 

His  Merits  as  a  Citizen, 

and 

His  Services  as  a  Soldier, 

Have  caufed  this  Monumental  Stone, 

In  Teftimony  of  their  Refped^ 

To  be  placed  over  his  Grave, 

Anno  MDCCLxxxtn. 

His  body  was  brought  from  the  field  of  battle  and  buried  with  every  pofc- 
fible  mark  of  military  diftindlion.  The  author  had  the  honor  of  bearing  the 
pall  on  that  melancholy  occafion. 


TRANSLATIONS 


FROM 


OVID. 


E     L     E     G     Y       8. 

Z>^    Trijlibut. 

T)  ACKto  their  fountains  {hall  the  rivers  run,    "^ 
•*—  "    And  with  inverted  courfe  the  blazing  fun,       > 
His  beaten  tr«i6t  and  well-known  journey  fliun.     J 
Un-numberM'  ftars  the  fertile  earth  produce, 
./Etherial  plains  be  fown  for  mortal's  ufe  ; 
The  water  to  devouring  flame  fli-all  change, 
And  fpdrtive  fifli  thro'  lire  (unhurt)  {hall  range  5 
Her  fixed  courfe,    no  mere  fiiall  nature  hold, 
No  harmony  dial!  govern  as  of  old  ; 
The  things  furpafling  truth  no  more  (hall  be 
Deny'd,  —  but  grant  a  poiTibility. 

This  I  foretcl,    becaufe  deceived  by  him, 
I  bop'd  afil.lant  in  my  advene  time. 

INI  m  Faithlcfs  I 


232  TRANSLATIONS 

Faithlcfs  !    could'ft  thou  fo  eafily  forget, 

Did  fear  deter  thec  to  bewail  my  fate  ? 

That  thou,  nor  comfort  brought'ft,  nor  parting  eyes"| 

Declared  thee  in  my  ills  to  fympathize  ;  ^ 

Hard -hearted  !    nor  to  mourn  my  exequies.  J 

Thou  doft  the  facred  name  of  friend  profane, 

The  ties  with  the  are  light, — the  bonds  are  vain. 

What  was't,   when  with  the  weight  of  woes  oppreft, 

T'ave  fpoken  comfort  to  my  wounded  breaft  ? 

Tho*  for  my  fate  no  tears  of  grief  did  flow, 

At  lead  thou  fhould'ft  have  counterfeited  woe. 

And  whatever  ftrangcrs  at  departure  did,  ^ 

Have  join'd  thy  hand,  and  {hook  a  farewel  nod,    > 

And  followed  in  their  words, — the  multitude.        3 

My  mournful  vifage,   while  thou  may 'ft  to  fec> 

No  more  again  to  be  beheld  by  thee  ! 

And  in  one  word  to  fay  and  to  receive 

Farewel !  the  laft  that  we  (hould  ever  give. 

This  others  did,    whom  no  acquaintance  join'd, 

Their  tears  of  pity  ftiew'd  a  tender  mind. 

What,  if  by  converfe  and  by  ftrongcr  ties, 

And  length  of  time  my  friendfhip  firft  did  rife  ? 

What  if  my  fports  and  ferious  thoughts,   to  thec 

Were  known, --thy  fports  and  ferious  thoughts  to  me? 

What,  if  at  Rome  we  but  acquainted  were, 

So  often  call'd  in  all  my  joys  to  fhare  ?— • 

Are  thefe  all  vaniuYd  into  air  and  found, 

Or  in  th'  oblivious  lake  of  Lethe  drown'd  ? 

Thou,   ia   th'  imperial  city  ne'er  wert  born, 

The  place  to  which  my  feet  muft  ne'er  return, 

But  on  the  cragged  rocks  of  Pontus  bred, 

Thee,  Scythian  mountains,   and  Sarmatia  fed  : 

Hard,  ftoney  veins  are  round  thy  liver  nvin'd, 

And  feeds  of  unwrought  iron  form  thy  mind. 

A  Tygrefs  in  thy  helplefs  infancy, 

Offer'd  her  fwelling  dugs  and  fofter'd  thec. 

If  in  my  evils  (like  a  ftranger)  thou 

Had'ft  fhar'd  a  part,  I  had  not  blam'd  thee  now  : 

Sinec 


FROM  O        V        I        D.  233 

Since  this  is  added  to  my  heap  of  woe,— 
That  thou,   once  faithful,   art  no  longer  fo, 
Let  me  forever  thy  blacJc  crime  forget  ; 
Return,   a  friend,   unto  thy  former  ftate  ! 
So  mall  thofe  lips,   that  of   thy  fault  complain, 
Once  more  thy  praifes  celebrate,   again. 

1718.  D.     F. 


ELEGY      3. 
B.    III.        De   Trtftibus.       Addrejfcd  to  Ins  luifs. 

IF  tli*  unknown  character  thy  wonder  draws, 
Know  then,  my  fickneis  was  the  fatal  cauic. 
I  languith  in  the  world's  remotefl  ends, 
And  fcarcely  know  what  fate  myfelf  attends  ; 
'Mong  barb'rous  Scythians  and  the  Getes  confin'd, 
What  thoughts  can'ft  thou  fuppofe  t'  employ  my  mind? 
I  icarce  endure  the  bleak,   inclement  air, 
Nor  am  I  wont  iuch  chilling  rains  to  bear  : 
(Accuftom'd,  all  my  life  to  downy  eafe,) 
The  country  does,    (I  know  not  how)  difpleafe. 
No  houfe,   no  cordials  for  the  fick  are  found, 
No  Apollonian  artift  all  around  ; 
No  friend  to  comfort,   none  to  pafs  away 
In  pleafant  tales,   the  Howry-moving  day. 
All  evils,   far-remov'd  I  undergo, 
And  dire  remembrance  brings  increafe  of  woe. 
Thy  abfence  woundeth  more  than  all  my  ills, 
Thy  dear  idea,    my  whole  bofom  fills  ;  — 
Yet  thus  iejoin'J,  —  thy  name  1  call  upon,      ""] 
My  tongue,   inceffant  ipeaks  of  thee  alone,     j* 
In  nightly  dreams,   and  eich  revolving  fun  :  J 
E'en  while  I  wildly  t:\lk  and  fra-.:tic  fecrn, 
In  all  my  madncfs  ihou  art  ftlll  my  theme. 

Should 


213.4  TRANSLATIONS 

Should  my  parch'd  tongue  to  my  rough  palate  join. 
Nor  were  my  fpeech  to  be  reftor'd  by  wine  ; 
At  thy  approach  I'd  raiie  my  drooping  head, 
And  hopes  of  thee,   fliould  fprightly  vigour  add. 

I  live  thus  doubtful,— while  my  wayward  fate,     "| 
Unknown  to  thee,—  no  forrovv  can  create, 
Or  interrupt  thy  calm,   unruffled  ftate  :  J 

But  thou  enjoy'ft  no  fettled  peace  of  mind, 
Nor  can'ft  thou  pleaiure  in  my  abfence  find, 
If  then,   my  fate  has  fill'd  th'  appointed  years, 
And  the  laft  moment  of  my  life  appears  :~»- 
Ye  mighty  Gods  .!  how  fmall  a  boon  it  were,  ~") 

For  you,   a  wretched,   dying  man  to  fpare,  ^ 

And  grant  his  native  country  for  his  fepulchre!      J 
'Till  fate's  approach  was  punishment  deferr'd. 
Had  intervening  fate  my  flight  debarr'd,-  — 
How  fearlefs  could  I  render  up  my  breath, 
And  fmile  with  pleaiure  in  the  pangs  qf  death. 
Yet  ftill  I  live  by  deftiny's  command, 
To  die,   an  exile  in  a  foreign  land. 
Shall  then  my  corfe  in  climes  unknown  be  laid, 
Which  my  hard  fortune  more  fevere  has  made  ? 
No  bed  receive  me,  when  my  fpirits  fail, 
No  faithful  friend  my  obfeques  bewail  ? 
Nor  floods  of-  tears  £hed  by  my  mournful  wife, 
Kecall  a  little  fpace,   rny  fleeting  life  ? 
Nor  on  my  friends  fhall  lay  my  laft  commands,        "") 
Nor  when  my  glafs  has  fpent  the  ebbing  fands,  }* 

My  languid  eyes  be  clos'd  by  fome  kind  hands  ?       J 
And  fhall  this  defart  region  be    my  grave, 
No  fun'ral  rites,  unmcurn'd,  no  burial  fhall  I  ha    ve 
Wilt  thou  not  grieve  when  this  fad.itory's  told, 
Nor  from  thy  breaft  thy  trcmbi'ing  hands  with-hold? 
Wuh  out-Arctch'd  arms  thy  fatal  lofs  proclaim, 
Arcl  o£c  invoke  thy  hufband's  empty  name  ? 
Yet,   ah,   deiift  !    and  in  thy  wild  deipair,         "j 
•Thyheav'nly  face,    aiid  golden  ringlets  fpare  !     J" 
Long  before  this,   v/e  fepiu-atccl  were. 

When 


FE.OM  O  V          ID.  235 

When  baniih'd  from  my  native  land  I  fled, 
'Twas  then  a  far  more  painful  death  I  died. 
Now,   if  thou  can'ft,   rejoice, —  but  well  I  know, 
Thou  can'ft  not  :  Death  will  finifli  all  my  woe. 
Exert  thy  courage  ftill  beneath  the  weight, 
So  long  accuilom'd  to  the  frowns  of  fate  5 
And  when  my  body  on  the  pile  decays, — 

0  that  my  foul  could  perilh  in  the  blaze  ! 
For  if  the  fpirit  leaves  the  brittle  clay, 
Behind,  and  bafks  itfelf  in  open  day, 
(As  th'  anticnt  Samian  bard  was  us'd  to 

1  fhall  'mong  Scythian  ghofts  a  fhade  become, 
And  wander  dill  far  from  my  native  home  : 
My  laft  remains  enclos'din  fome  fm all  urn, 
Bring  back,— fo  I  from  exile  fliall  return  ; 
'This  none  forbids, — the  Theban  fitter's  hand 
Interr'd  a  brother  'gainft  her  King's  command. 
,Of  fragrant  fweets  a  balfam  then  compound,      -% 
And  Itrew  them  with  Amomum  all  around,        c 
Then  lay  them  gently  in  Pomerlan  ground  : 
-Then  on  the  marble  where  my  afhes  lie,        ~) 

In  capitals  engrave  this  elegy, 

That  may  be  read  by  ev'ry  pafling  eye  :-—   -^ 

ffere  Ovid  lies,    who  five et!y  fang  of  !cve, 
And  by  bis  wit  Auguftus*  wrath  did  move  ; 
Nor  think  it  much,    my  Jr lends  >    when  this  is  ready 
To  fay  y — the  earth  reft  gently  ou  his  head* 

Let  this  fuHice,— but  my  immortal  name, 
And  deathlefs  verfe,   infculp'd  on  leaves  of  fame 
(Tho'  once  my  ruin,)  when  I'm  dead  fhall  vie 
With  time,    awd  live  till  laft  eternity. 
Next  on  my  hearfe  the  fun'ral  gifts  be  paid, 
And  garlands  moift'ned  with  thy  tears  be  laid  : 
And  tho'  the  fire  my  mortal  parts  confume, 
Thy  piety  fhall  reach  them  in  the  tomb. 

A  thoufand 


236  TRANSLATIONS,^. 

A  thousand  things  befide, — I  fain  would  tell, 
But  my  tir'd  tongue  and  fainting  fpirits  fail  : 
And  now,   perhaps,  the  laft  farewell  receive 
From  me,  who  want  myielf,  what  I  fo  freely  give, 

1720,  D.     F, 


End  of  the  TRANSLATIONS  from  OVID. 


e  e 


PASTORALS. 


PASTORAL     i. 


Tranflated   from  VIRGIL. 


Tityrus  and  MelibcCits. 


M. 


BENEATH  the  covert  of  a  bcachen  fhadc, 
You  happy  Tityrus,   fupiaely  laid 
Sweetly  at  eafe,   indulge  your  rural  lay  ; 
Forc'd  from  our  homes,   alas  !   we  flee  away, 
While  here  reclin'd,  you  ling  the  matchlefs  fair, 
And  Amaryllis  fills  tl^e  circl'ingfair. 

T. 

A  God  thefe  bleffings  on  your  friend  beftow'd, 
For  ever  fhnll  I  view  him  as  a  God,) 
'he  tend'reft  lambkin  from  my  woolly  flock, 
>hall  on  his  facred  altars  yearly  fmoke. 
[y  herds  he  gave  the  verdant  plains  to  graze, 
,nd  me,   again  to  chaunt  my  ruftic  lays. 


23$  PASTORALS. 

M. 

Unen-vled  live  !— --while  we  poor  fwains  amaz'd, 
"JjSTlien  fire  and  (Word  our  cottages  laid  vvafte, 
No  ruffian  foldier's  defolating  arm  . 
Approach'd  the  limits  of  your  little  farm. 
On  me,   alas,   unnumbcr'd  hardlhips  throng  [ 
E'en  while  I  drove  this  feeble  ewe  along, — 
Her  twins  the  hope  of  all  my  fcatter'd  flock-, 
She  left  unkindly  on  the  defart  rock. 
But  had  I  not  to  fortune's  threats  been  blind, 
How  oft  might  I  thofe  dire  portents  divin'd  ; 
When  Heav'ns  high  will  in  loudeft  thunders  fpoke, 
And  forked  light'nings  cleft  the  -knotted  oak  : 
When  crouch'd  at  midnight  from  thchonid  gloom, 
The  fable  Raven  croak'd  th'  impending  doom. 
Then  fay  my  friend,  from  whence  the  blefiing  flow'd, 
On  whom  with  gratitude  thefe  lays  beftow'd  ? 

T. 

I  tho't  e'en  mighty  Rome,   (poor  filly  clown,) 

As  Mantua  fmall  our  little  country  town, 

Where  blithfome  fhepherds  from  the  neighb'ring  plain, 

To  market  bring  their  tender  (leecy  train. 

Thus  whelps  I  kn  ew,   thus  kids  their  mothers  call, 

And  thus  great  things  I  meafur'd  by  the  fmall, 

But  other  towns  compar'd  to  Rome  appear 

As  creeping  (limbs -beneath  the  tow'ring  fir. 

,     M. 

But  why  this  vifit  to  the  city  paid  ? 

T.  ' 

Freedom,  my  friend,  which  came,  tho'  long  delay'd  * 
She  came  at  length,  but  age  had  fprinkl'd  o'er 
My  furrow'd  chin,   a  venerable  hoar: 
Nor  would  my  Amaryllis  e'er  be  kind, 
JTill  humbler  Galatea  I  rcfign'd. 

Faft 


PASTORALS.  239 

Faft  bound  to  her  in  love's  enfeebl'ing  chain, 
Nor  wealth  nor  liberty  I  wifh'd  to  gain  ; 
For  while  with  Galatea's  perfon  bleft. 
Tho'  oft  my  bleeding  lambs  her  altars  prefs'd  ; 
Tho'  many  cheefe-*cakcs  to  the  fair  were  fent, 
Still  I  return'd  as  empty  as  I  went. 

M. 

We  wept  to  fee  fair  Galatea  mourn, 
But  little  tho't  fhe  pin'd  for  your  return  ; 
The  rip'ned  apples  with'ring  on  the  tree, — 
Our  wonder  ceafes  now,   'twas  all  for  thee  : 
For  thee  each  ft  ream  in  flghing  cadence  flow'd, 
Thee,  ev'ry  dale  and  mountain  call'd  aloud. 

T. 

Alas  !    what  could  1  do  ?   while  here  enflav'd, 

Of  freedom,    happinefs  and  peace  bereav'd  ? 

Twas  there  I  hop'd  to  find,    and  only  there, 

A  God  propitious  to  my  ardent  pray'r. 

There,  firft  I  view'd  the  youth  of  heav'nly  frame, 

For  whom  my  loaded  altars  monthly  flame: 

He  heard  my  plaints,   then  bid  me  homeward  fpeed, 

My  ground  to  culture  and  my  flocks  to  feed. 

M, 

Happy  old  man!   your  fields  fecure  from  fpoil,          "") 

Piemain, — fufficient  to  repay  your  toil  ; 

While  reeds  and  thorns  o'erfpread  the  neighb'ringfoil ;  J 

Tho'  ftones  and  marfhy  fenns  your  farm  furround, 

A  little  care  will  fertilize  the  ground: 

Your  teeming  ewes  fhall  brouze  the  latent  glade, 

Nor  of  the  tainted  fheepfold  be  afraid. 

Bleft  fwain!  among  thofe  facred,  well-known  ftreams, 

You  reft  fecure,   nor  dread  the  dog-ftar's  beams  ; 

See  yonder  hedge  wafts  fragrance  on  the  breeze, 

While  o'er  the  blofToms  hang  the  cluft'ring  bees  : 

The  bufy  throng*   in  humming  caJencs  deep, 

N  n  i^wectlv 


44*  PASTORALS. 

Sweetly  invite  the  wearied  fwain  to  fleep. 
The  woodman  from  the  diftant  mountain  {ings., 
And  rural  echo  thro'  the  valley  rings  ; 
The  gurg'ling  Pidgeon  and  the  cooing  dove, 
From  yon  high  elm  unite  their  fongs  of  love. 

T. 

The  finny  race  the  verdant  hills  {hall  try, 
And  ftags  aloff  fhali  cleave  the  flaky  Iky  ; 
In  Soan's  cleai  ftream  the  Parthian  fhall  drink, 
The  German  dwell  on  rugged  T'ygris9  brink, — 
Ere  his  dear  image  from  my  breaft  fhall  part, 
Or  foul  ingratitude  debafc  my  heart. 

M. 

But  we,   alas!   muft  roam  to  climes  untold, 

Scorch'd  by  the  fun,   or  chilPd  with  pinching  cold. 

Kemote  Oaxis  others  fhali  confine, 

And  forne  fliall  pans  beneath  the  burning  line  •, 

In  thirfty  Afric,    Scythia's  freezing  wind, 

Or  hoftile  Britain  from  the  world  disjoined. 

Shall  I,   alas  !   now  doom'J  to  banifhment, 

"When  time  rolls  o'er,   and  tedious  years  are  fpcn.% 

"With  native  pleafure  view  the  happy  fpot, 

And  fee,  with  joy,   again  my  humble  cot  ? 

\Vhofe  rnorly  cov'ring  rais'd  I  with  this  hand  ; 

Or  iirfl  of  fvvains,   once  more  thofe  plains  command, 

For  rude  barbarians  were  my  furrows  plow'd,       •-> 

Was  it  for  this  my  fertile  lands  were  fow'd  ? 

From  civil  jars  this  dire  confufion  rlow'd  !  -^ 

I'll  prune  the  vine  and  graft  the  mellow  pears, 

— I  loofe  my  labour,   for  the  fruit  is  theirs. 

Adieu  my  happy  fields  and  Sylvan  fhade, 

Adieu  my  orphan  flock,   which  once  I  fed  ! 

No  more, — well  pleas'd  fliall  I  behold  you  climb 

From  rock  to  rock  and  crop  the  fragrant  thyme  : 

Or  view  with  trembl'ing  in  the  grot  below, 

My  goats  depending  from  the  mountain's  brow  ! 

Adieu 


PASTORALS*  241 

Adieu  my  pipe,   adieu  ye  tuneful  train, 

Hufh'd  are  my  notes,  nor  iliall  I  more  complain. 

T. 

With  me,   at  leaft  this  night,  thy  cares  forego  5 
Stretch'd  on  the  grafs  let  focial  pleafures  flow ; 
Chefnuts  and  apples  frail  your  palate  pleafe, 
Stawb'ries  and  cream,   with  good  old  country  cheefe  : 
For  fee  yon  Hamlet's  fmoke  the  ikies  pervade, 
And  diftant  mountains  ftretch  their  length'ning  £hade« 
k^  Delaware  Counties ,    1760. 


PASTORAL     2. 

On    the    Death     of   the    Honorable    the    Proprietary    of 
Pennfylvania. 

Addrefled  to  the  Hon.  RICHARD  PENN,  Efquire,  late 
Governor  of  this  Province. — Delivered  at  the 
Commencement  in  Philadelphia. 

Philander  and  Corydon. 

P. 

HAIL  to  the  day,   that  joyous  now  appears, 
To  crown  the  labours  of  our  youthful  years  ! 
A  day  !    whofe  beams  difpenfe  unufual  fmiles, 
And  gives  us  pleafure  in  return  for  toils. 
Lo,   icience  in  her  facred  hand  difplays 
The  wreath  that  binds  our  brows  with  lading  praife  ; 
All  nature  ihares  our  joy  and  looks  more  gay, 
The  circling  hours,   hilarious  wing  their  way. 
Say  then,  my  friend,  what  means  that  deep-heav'd figh ? 
Why  ftarts  the  tear  of  forrow  from  thine  eye  ? 
if  now  on  fcience*  wing  thy  Heav'n-born  foul, 
Mounting fublime  where  worlds  unnumber'd  roll, 

Reads 


242  PASTORALS. 

Reads  nature's  laws  among  the  dazling  ftars, 
And  all  the  planets  whiftPing  in  their  fpheres  ; 
Or  marks  how  blazing  orbs  portentous  ftray 
Thro'  pathlefs  trails  amid  celeftial  day  : 
Where  is  thy  wonted  philofophic  mien  ? 
The  foul  of  rapture,   and  the  look  ferene  ? 

C. 

Alas,   my  friend  !    thofe  orbs  that  roll  on  high, 

And  all  the  glories  of  the  fpangled  Iky, 

Can  to  yourCorydon  afford  no  joy, 

While  fcenes  terreftrial  all  his  thoughts  employ! 

How  vain  is  each  enjoyment  here  below, 

Our  greateft  pleafure  oft  the  fcene  of  woe  ! 

Frail  man  is  like  a  plant  in  fome  fair  vale, 

Whofe  downy  bofom  fcents  the  vernal  gale  ; 

The  rifing  morn  its  opening  bud  difplays, 

At  noon  it  bloiToms  and  at  night  decays  : 

Juft  fo  life's  blaze  once  fled, — a  folemn  gloom, 

Succeeds,   in  manfions  of  the  filent  tomb  : 

The  brave,   the  ftrong,   the  wife,    the  virtuous  fall ; 

Death  undiflinguifh'd,  aims  his  fhafts  at  all. 

P. 

Why  fliould  my  Corydon  conceal  his  grief  ? 
The  caufe  declare,   and  take  a  friend's  relief. 

C. 

Does  not  Philander  hear  yon  tolling  bell  ? 
How  fad  the  news  it  fpeaks  in  ev'ry  knell ; 
The  good  Sylvanus  all  with  tears  deplore, 
The  father  of  his  country  is  no  more! 

P. 

Sylvanus  gone  !— O  name  forever  dear  ! 
May  ev'ry  fwain  embalm  it  with  a  tear  : 

Hencefortk 


PASTORALS.  243 

Henceforth  be  nought  but  elegiac  ftrains, 

And  notes  of  forrow  heard  o'er  all  the  plains. 

No  more  fhall  Schuylkiir$  filver  ftreams  delight, 

Nor  turgid  Delaware  my  fteps  invite ; 

The  voice  of  woe  fliall  found  from  fhore  to  fhore, 

"   The  great,  the  good  Sylvanus  is  no  more  ! 

C. 

Diftrefling  found  !   may  time  preferve  his  name, 
And  write  it  glorious  in  the  page  of  fame  ! 
For  lo  !   where  nought  but  pathlefs  defarts  ftood, 
<£   And  the  poor  Indian  roam'd  his  native  wood  ;'' 
Fair  fcience  now,   beneath  his  foft'ring  hand, 
Thefe  *  walls  hath  rais'd  to  blefs  a  chofen  land; 
And  commerce,   arts  and  laws, — a  glorious  train, 
Upheld  by  him  have  deeper  fix'd  their  reign. 
See  too  on  yonder  plain,   a  dome  :f,    defign'd 
To  nurfe  the  feebler  part  of  human  kind  ! 
The  poor,   the  blind,   the  maim'd, — exulting  there, 
With  heart-felt  drains  proclaim  his  guardian  care: 
Their  grateful  hymni  like  morning  incenfe  rife, 
To  waft  the  good  Sylvanus  |o  the  fkies. 

p, 

Prepare  we  then  to  join  the  mournful  fong, 

And  let  thefe  vaulted  roofs,  the  varied  notes  prolong. 


AIR.         Water  parted  from  tbefea. 

Patriots  lent  us  from  the  fkies, 

May  awhile  mankind  delight; 
But  for  pleafures  forrows  rife, 

When  they're  wafted  from  our  fight. 

Good 

*  The  College  of  Philadelphia. 

|  The  Alms-houfe  and  Houfe   of  Employment,  "commonly   called   the 
Bettcrinsr-houfe. 


244  PASTORALS. 

Good  Sylvanus,   wife,  fincere, 
Once  to  blefs  our  land  was  giv'n  > 

But  he  walk'd  a  pilgrim  here, 
Till  he  gain'd  his  native  Heav'n. 

Mufic,   all  hail  !    thou  earlieft  child  of  light  ! 
Whofe  ftrains  began  when  chaos  rofe  from  night ! 
When  firft  this  pond'rous  fphere  began  to  roll, 
Thy  notes,   melodious  rung  from  pole  to  pole. 
Prompt  at  thy  voice  setherial  angels  raife 
Melodious  anthems  to  JEHOVAH'S  praife  : 
The  favage  man,    by  thee  is  taught  to  bend 
To  focial  joys,    and  form  the  gen'rous  friend. 
tf  To  founds  of  heav'nly  harps  he  dies  away, 
And  melts  in  viiions  of  eternal  day." 

The  above  ivas  fpoken   at  tJ:e  public  A:~ 
mencement  in  the  College  of  Philadelphia^    Ju-. 
by   Meflrs.    Samuel   Armor  and   *  *  *  *     *  *  * 
their  taking  the  degree  of  Batcbeior  in  Arts>    in  p-     • 
a   very   crouded   and  rcfpeclable  audience.      Tr?  : 
fet  to  mtijtc  and  fung  by  Jacob  i>  inkfont    Efq*    -" 
companied  by  the  organ  and  the  bands  of  the  I  8iv3  ir  .• 
Regiment  of  Ireland^   and  the  2  ifl  or  Royal  North 
tijh    Fuzileers.       The    Exercifes,    (which    cor.::  • 
•whole  day>)  gave  general fatisfacJion. 


N 


PASTORAL     3. 

Tranflated  from  the  German  of  GESNER, 
Mir  til  I  its  and   Tbyrjis. 

M. 

OW night  her  fable  curtains  fpreadaror.n^ 
And  ev'ry  flock  lay  flumb'ring 


PASTORALS.  245 

Upon  a  hill  that  over-looked  the  plain, 

There  fat  Mirtillus, — folitary  fwain  ; 

Of  withered  boughs  a  cheering  fire  he  made, 

Whofe  rays  reflected  o'er  the  diftant  glade. 

As  on  the  grafs  he  fat,    in  penfive  mood, 

His  wandVing  eyes  each  circl  ing  object  view'd  ; 

The  ftars  that  o'er  his  head, — bright-twinkl'ing  flione, 

The  landfcape  iilver'd  by  the  riling  moon  : 

— But  hark  !    a  raftl'ing  noife  the  fhepherd  hears, 

He  ft  arts  !   'twas  Thyrfis ! — Thyriis  now  appears. 


M. 


Welcome  my  friend^  .come  feat  thee  on  the  grafs, 
And  warm  thyielf  before  this  cheering  blaze. 
But  fay  what  bufinefs  brings  thee  to  this  place, 
When  all  the  world  feems  lock'd  in  fleep's  embrace  ? 


T. 


Good  evening  Mirtil  !    could  I  once  have  thought, 

T'ave  met  thee  in  this  folitary  fpot: 

To  hear  thy  melting,   melancholy  fong, 

I  fhould  not  from  the  place  Have  tarried  long: 

When  firft  thefe  flames  I  view'd  from  yonder  dale, 

Whole  cheering  rays  ftream'd  lovely  down  the  vale. 

But  hear  me  Mirtil,   now  the  moon's  pale  light, 

And  filent  midnight  hour  to  fongs  invite  ! 

Hear  me,   Mirtillus  !    as  I  wifli  to  live, 

This  lamp  to  thee  with  willing  hand  I'll  give  ; 

This  lamp,   which  oft  I've  heard  the  fhepherds  fay, 

My  father  moulded  from  the  ductile  clay  ; 

With  wings  and  feet  adorn'd, — a  dragon's  frame, 

In  his  wide  mouth  pure  burns  the  liquid  flame  : 

In  circl'ing  folds  his  tail  convenient  lies, 

Which  forms  an  handle  to  the  curious  prize. 

This,   for  thy  mufic  freely  I'll  bellow  ; 

Thenfingof  Daphnis  and  or  'Glow's  woe. 

M. 


246  PASTORALS. 

M. 

For  thee  I'll  fing,   (I  joy  to  pleafe  a  friend,) 
Of  Cloe's  grief,   and  Daphnis'  fancied  end  : 
Then  hear  me  Thyriis,   now  the  moon's  pale 
And  filent  midnight  hour  to  fongs  invite  ; 
Do  thou  collect  the  wither'd  boughs  hard  by  ; 
And  fuel  to  the  warning  fire  fupply. 

"   Ye  lofty  rocks,  with  me  ye  vales  deplore, 
Refound  my  lays  along  the  winding  ihore." 

The  filver  moon  with  mildeft  radiance  flione, 

When  on  the  beach  fair  Cloe  ftood  alone  ; 

Impatient  on  the  lonely  fhore  fhe  flood, 

To  view  her  Daphnis  wafted  o'er  the  flood. 

She  op'd  her  lips, — her  words  were  magic  charms, — 

<c   Why  this  unkind  delay  from  Cloe's  arms:'* 

(Sad  Philomel  her  plaintive  notes  forbore, 

And  filent  heard  the  love-fick  maid  deplore,) 

"   Why  this  unkind  delay,  {he  cries  j — but  hark  ! 

The  waves  light  dafh  againft  th1  approaching  bark  ! 

Com'ft  thou,   my  love?   O  yes,— -alas,  I  grieve  ! 

How  oft,  ye  dafhing  waves,   will  ye  deceive  ? 

Cheer  me  no  more  with  fancied  founds,   fhe  faid, 

Nor  mock  th'  impatience  of  a  tender  maid. 

Why  flies  not  Daphnis,  my  fond  arms  to  greet, 

Does  not  impatient  hafte,   too,   wing  thy  ftet  ? 

Oh  !    may  thofe  feet  no  piercing  briar  feel, 

Or  creeping  fcrpent  wound  thy  tender  heel  ! 

Thou  chafte  Diana,   miftrcfs  of  the  bow, 

His  devious  path  with  mildeft  radiance  ftrew  ! 

When  from  the  bark  you  touch  the  wifh'd-for  fliore, 

Then  we'll  embrace,   kind  Heav'n  !   to  part  no  more. 

Ye  waves  deceive  not  my  attentive  ears, 

See  Daphnis  now,   my  long-loft  love  appears. 

O,   waft  his  vefTel  to  the  peaceful  ftrand, 

And  bear  him  iafely  to  the  fafer  land. 

Why  this  impatience, — when  my  love  I  fee  ? 

Alas  !  ye  nymphs, -—ye  never  felt  like  me  ! 

Thrice 


£  A  S  T  O  R  A  L  S.  24? 

Thrice  welcome,  Daphnis,  welcome  my  fond  fwain,  "^ 
Is  Daphnis  filent  too, — when  I  complain  ? 
O  Gods  !    (he  fcreams,   and  fainred  on  the  plain.       J 
Ye  lofty  rocks,   with  me,   ye  vales  deplore, 
Refound  my  lays  along  the  winding  fhore. 

A  bark  revers'd,   which  on  the  flood  was  loft, 
Now  drove  to  land  by  dafhing  billows  toft  ; 
The  moon  difclos'd  tjhe  mournful  fcene  around,    "} 
And  Chloe  fenfelefs  on  the  clay^cold  ground, 
While  difmai  iilence  ftill'd  each  chearing  found.   J 
She  wakes,   alas  !    poor  haplefs  maid  to  view 
The  dreadful  wreck,    and  all  her  griefs  renew. 
Trembl'ing  and  fpcecKlefs  on  the  fhore  flie  lies, 
And  fwoln  with  forrow  opes  her  tearful  eyes  -y 
The  falling  drop  had  ftain'd  her  lovely  face  : 
Behind  a  cloud  the  moon  concealed  her  rays. 
Her  bofom  heaves,    the  ihores  refound  her  cries> 
While  fportive  echo  wantons  with  her  fighs. 
A  howling  wind  hufh'd  hideous  thro*  the  wood, 
Loud    fhook    the    groves,*-— and    roar'd    the    darning 

[flood  ; 

She  beat  her  tender  breaft  in  wild  difpair, 
Wrung  her  foft  hands  and  tore  her  lovely  hair. 
Ah  Daphnis  !   Daphnis  !    O  you  faithlefs  fea ! 
Ye  nymphs  !    ye  nymphs  !    ah  miferable  me  ! 
But  why  delay  to  dive  into  the  wave, 
And  with  my  lover  feck  a  wat'ry  grave  ? 
Thus  fpoke  the  grief-lorn  maid,   and  with  a  leap 
She  head-long  plung'd  into  the  foamy  deep. 
Ye  lofty  rocks  wiih  me  ye  vales  deplore, 
Refound  my  lays  along  the  winding  fhore  ! 

The  gentle  nymphs  that  o'er  the  waves  prefide, 

Bore  the  fair  damfel  fafely  on  the  tide. 

Ah,   cruel  nymphs  !    unkindly  to  deny 

Jhat  bill's  to  me  which  death  would  foon  fupply  ! 

Ah  !    f wallow  me  ye  waves  ! — the  waves  forbore, 

And  0:1  an  iPund  wafh'd  the  maid  afhqre. 

O  o  Daphnis 


248  PASTORALS. 

Daphnis  by  fwimming  had  the  ftorm  furviv'd, 
And  at  this  happy  place  was  fafc  arriv'd. 

Too  weak  my  numbers  and  my  lays  too  mean, 
To  paint  the  tranfports  of  this  melting  fcene  ; 
What  tears  of  joy  obfcur'd  her  virgin  charms, 
When  Chloe  funk  within  her  Daphnis'  arms  : 
The  mufe  forbears  the  arduous  talk  to  try, 
Imagination  muft  the  reft  fupply. 
More  tender  far  than  when  the  Nightingale, 
Efcapes  the  limits  of  her  narrow  jail, 
Where  long  confin'd  ihe  heard  her  abfent  mate 
In  neighboring  copie  bewail  his  haplefs  fate  : 
She  flies  with  rapture  to  her  Philomel, 
They  join  their  wings,   they  flutter,   flgh  and  bi 
Now  all  the  groves  re-echo  to  their  fong, 
And  peaceful  night  their  am'rous  tales  prolong. 
Ye  lofty  rocks,  ye  vales  lament  no  more, 
Let  joy  refound  along  the  winding  ihore  I 

I've  rung  the  fate  of  two  fond  lovers  woe, 
And  claim  the  lamp  you  promis'd  to  be  (low- 

Philadelphia^  Nov.  10,    1777. 

End  of  lit  PASTORALS. 


PROLOGUES, 

&c. 


PROLOGUE 

To     THETRAGEDY     OF 


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H     I     L     L. 


mighty  rera  big  with  dread  alarms: 
Aloud  calls  each  American  to  arms. 
Let  ev'ry  breaft  \vith  martial  ardour  glow, 
Nor  dread  to  meet  the  proud  ufurping  foe. 
What,   tho'  our  bodies  feel  an  earthly  chain, 
Still  the  free  foul,  unblemiih'd  and  ferene 
Enjoys  a  mental  liberty  > — a  charm, 
Beyond  the  pow'r  of  fate  itfelf  to  harm. 
Sould  vicYry  crown  us  in  the  doubtful  ftrife— 
Eternal  honors  mark  the  hero's  life  : 
Should  wounds  and  {laughter  be  our  haplefs  doom,— - 

Unfading  laurels  deck  the  martyr's  tomb  : 

A  fure  reward  awaits  his  foul  on  high, 

On  earth  his  memory  ihall  never  die  : 

And 


250  P  R  O  L  O  G  U  E  S,  &c. 

And  when  we  read  the  fatal  flory  o'er, 
One  tear  fhall  drop  for  him  who  is  —  no  more. 
Who  nobly  ftruggled  to  iupport  our  laws, 
And  bravely  fell  in  freedom's  facred  caufe. 

Let  virtue  fire  us  to  the  martial  deed 
"We  fight  to  conquer,   and  we  dare  to  bleed  : 
Witnefs,  ye  fathers  !   whofe  protrafted  time, 
Fruitful  of  (lory  chronicles  the  clime. 
Theft  howling  defarts,   hofpitably  tame, 
Erft  fnatch-d  you  martyrs  from  the  hungry  flame; 
'Twas   Heav'n's    own   caufe,     beneath  whofe   fhelt'ring 

[pow'r, 

Ye  grew  the  wonder  of  the  prefent  hour.— 
The  talk—  be  ours  with  unremitted  toil,  ~\ 

To  guflrd  the  rights  of  this  dear-purchasd  foil 
From  royal  plund'rers   greedy  of  our  fpoil  : 
"Who"  come,   refolv'd  to  murder  and  enilave, 
To  fhackle  Freemen  and'  to  rob  the  brave. 

Tho'  loud-mouth'd  cannon  threaten  from  afar— 
Be  this  our  comfort  in  the  ftorm  of  war:— 
<c  Who  fights  to  take  our  liberties  away, 
Dead-hearted  fights,   and  falls  an  eafy  prey  :'* 
Then,   on  my  brethren  to  th'  embattled  plain, 
Who  fhrmks  with  fear,   anticipates  a  chain. 


EPILOGUE. 

Suppofed  to  I  c  fpoksn  immediately  afitT  tie  latth  by  Lieu 
tenant  Colonel  Webb  y  4id  de  Gawp  to  General  Putnam. 

THE  field  is  theirs,   but  dearly  was  it  bought, 
Thus  long  defended,   and  feverely  fought, 
Now  palc-fac'd  death  fits  "brooding  o'er  the  ftrand, 
d  views  the  carnage  of'  his  ruthlefs  hand. 

But. 


PROLOGUES,     &c.  251 

But,   why  my  heart,    this  deep  unbidden  iigh, 

Why  fteals  the  tear,  foft  trickl'ing  from  the  eye  ? 

Is  freedom  mafter'd  by  our  late  defeat, 

Or  honor  wounded  by  a  brave  retreat  ? 

'Tis  nature  dictates,— -and  in  pride's  defpite, 

I  mourn  my  brethren,   flaughter'd  in  the  fight. 

Th  infulting  foe  now  revel  o'er  the  ground, 

Yfit  flufli'd  with  victory,  they  feal  the  wound  : 

Embrucd  in  gore,    they  bleed  from  ev'ry  part, 

And  ftabs  deep-rankle  in  Britannia's  heart.. 

O  fatal  conquer!:  !    fpeak  thou  crimfon'd  plain, 

Now  preft  beneath  the  weight  of  hundreds  (lain. 

There  heaps  of  Britifh  youth  promifcuos  lie, 

Here  murder'd  freemen  catch  the  wand'ring  eye. 

Obferve  yon  tripling  bath'd  in  purple  gore, 

He  bleeds  for  freedom  on  his  native  fhore. 

His  livid  eyes  i®  drear  convulsions  roll, 

While  from  his  wounds  efcapes  the  flutt'ring  foul  ; 

Breathlefs  and  caked  on  th'  enfanguin'd  plain, 

'Mid ft  friends  and  brothers,   fons  and  fathers  flain  ; 

No  pitying  hand  his  languid  eyes  to  clofe, 

He  breathes  his  laft  amidft  infultiag  foes  ; 

His  body  plunder'd,   mafTacred,   abus'd 

By  ehriftiansr— cbriftian  fun'ral  rites  refus'd  : 

Thrown  as  a  carrion  in  the  public  way, 

To  dogs,   to  Britons,   and  to  birds  a  prey. 

Enwrap'd  in  fulph'rous  flame  and  clouds  of  fmoke, 

Brave  Gard'ner  finks  beneath  the  deadly  {broke  ; 

See  Warren  bleeds  to  grace  the  dreadful  ftrife^- 

And  for  his  injur'd  country  gives  his  life. 

Yet  while  his  mighty  foul  afcends  the  fides, 

On  earth  his  blood  for  ten-fold  vengeance  cries. 

Great  ipirit  reft — by  Heav'n  it  is  decreed, 

Thy  murd'ring  tyrants  by  the  fword  fliall  bleed. 

E'en  racks  and  gibbets  would  but  confecrate, 

Atid  death  repeated  be  too  kind  a  fate  ; 

The  fword  is  drawn,   in   peace  no  more  to  reft, 

'Till  juftice  bathes  it  in  the  tyrant's  breafl. 

Honor 


152  PROLOGUES,  &c, 

Honor  my  weapon  with  the  glorious  tafk, 

And  let  me  flab,—-  'tis  all  the  boon  I  aik  ! 

Kind  pow'rs,   beneath  your  all-protecting  ihield, 

I  now  unfheath  my  blade,  and  take  the  field  ; 

Sure  of  fuccefs,   with  this  fweet  comfort  giv'n, 

"  Who  fights  for  freedom,  fights  the  caufe  of  Heav'n 


PROLOGUE 

To   THE  TRAGEDY   OF 
GENERAL      MONTGOMERY. 

ONCE  more  th'  advent'rous  band  my  lays  explore, 
From  Charlefton's^heights,  manur'd  with  Britifh 

[gore; 

From  Cambridge'  barriers  frowning  on  the  foe, 
Who  harmlefs  blufter  on  the  depths  below; 
Thro*  howling  dcferts  many  a  tedious  mils, 
The  dreary  foreft,  and  the  dark  defile  : 
The  dafliing  torrent  and  the  deep  morafs, 
Braving,   like  Haiiibal,  the  tow'ring  pals  5 
But  fancy  quits  thofe  realms  where  horror  reigns, 
And  welcomes  A  -  to  Canadia's  plains  : 
Thofe  plains  where  glorious  Wolfe  in  triumph  bled, 
Britain  fubducd  and  feebler  Bourbon  fled. 
Thy  fons,    America  !   with  chearful  heart, 
In  ev'ry  conflict  took  a  willing  part. 
With  fteps  refolv'd  ye  trod  the  hoftile  wood, 
Where  famine  threatens,  and  where  murders  brood. 
For  Britain's  glory,   flow'd  the  purple  vein, 
Warm  from  the  heart  to  prop  a  Brunfwick's  reign. 
How  chang'd  the  fcene  !   no  more  with  friendly  hand 
To  aid  his  pow'r,  we  leave  our  native  land. 
Burft  are  thofe  ties,   alas!    and  fcatter'd  wild, 
That  join'd  the  parent  to  the  faithful  child  : 
Fatal  ambition  !  to  each  vice  ally'd, 
Dire  mifchicf  s  progeny,  the  child  of  pride  ; 

Thcfc 


PROLOGUES,    Sec.  253 

Thefe  wars  malign  from  thy  curft  genius  flow, 

Thofe  fields  of  {laughter  and  thofe  fcenes  of  woe  ; 

Death  marks  thy  fteps,  while  o'er  our  land  high  waves 

Deftru&ion  dire  ! — Deep  yawns  the  op'ning  graves. 

Portentous  ill  !    fee  hecatombs  expire, 

And  cities  falling  'midft  th' unhallow'd  fire; 

'Midft  thund'ring  culverins  and  dread  alarms, 

Crufh'd  to  their  bafe  by  tyranny  in  arms. 

Thro'  the  bleak  arctic  clime  thy  fpirit  glows, 

While  blazing  ramparts  banifh  foft  repofe. 

Montgom'ry  glorious  from  his  conquefts  won, 

To  Abra'ms  Plains  now  leads  his  cohorts  on ; 

"Where  hoftile  batt'ries  ftern  reiiftance  fhew, 

And  dare,  the  fury  of  th'  adventurous  foe. 

See  Britain's  union  Streaming  on  the  wails, 

Our  hardy  troops  to  fierce  encounter  calls. 

N'.'W  round  each  heart  fair  freedom  fpreads  her  flame  ; 

That  glows  and  kindles  at  the  voice  of  fame  ; 

E'en  Caiieton  trembles  from  his  baition'd  height, 

Nor  dares  'gainft  freemen  rilk  the  dubious  fight. 

Tho'  winter  black'ning  on  the  mountain  lours, 

And  o'er  the  dreary  heath  the  tempeft  roars  : 

Tho'  o'er  his  head  the  (weeping  whirlwind  flies, 

And  blazing  mortars  rend  fea,   earth  and  Ikies  j 

Fearlefs  of  danger,   for  he  fmiles  at  pain, 

Spreads  his  broad  flag,   and  opes  tne  bold  campaign. 


End   of  tie  PROLOGUES,   &c. 


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Eheufugacfs  --  • 
Labuntur  annil  - 


WHILE  bufy  mortals  ftretcli  their  fangulne  vicvvs^ 
And  each  new  day  fucceflive  care  renews  \ 
As  roll  the  feafons  thro'  the  varied  year, 
New  hopes,   new  fears,   new  appetites  appear, 
The  In  ft  of  riches  and  the  love  of  fway, 
Arife  like  hydra  with  the  riling  day  ! 
Days,  weeks  and  months  add  fuel  to  the  fire, 
And  fleeting  years  but  add  to  our  clefire. 
Then  happy  he,  whofe  foul  unvex'd  by  ftrife, 
Sit  fweetly  tranquil  'mid  the  ftorms  of  life  ; 
Nor  pride  or  wealth  his  paffioDs  can  excite, 
Contentment  yields  him  ev'ry  pure  delight  5 
The  calmer  joys  that  from  religion  flow, 
Beam  from  his  heart  and  luftre  on  his  brow* 

As 


ODES.  .2 

As  o'er  his  head  the  paffing  sera's  roll, 
Experience  gives  frefli  powers  to  his  foul  ; 
No  confcious  fears  his  bofoin  incommode, 
He  loves  mankind,   and  venerates  his  God. 

Not  fuch  the  man  whofe  mind  ambition  firesj — 
Returning  years  but  ftimulate  defires  ; 
No  virtuous  motive  can  his  feelings  warm, 
Intereft  will  mold  him  into  any  form. 

Acrofs  th'  Atlantic,   Briton,   turn  thine  eyes,      } 
Where  ev'ning  fhacles  enwrap  our  weftern  fkies,       > 
There  view  unfhackled  freedom  glorious  rife  ! 
Power  no  more  its  lawlefs  courfe  {hall  run, 
A  patriot  *   rifes  at  the  fetting  fun. 

Britannia's  prowefs  is  no  more  our  boaft, 
Her  laurels  blafted  and  her  glory  loft  ; 
Ambition  !   bane  of  ev'ry  good, — to  thec 
She  owes  her  fall,— her  fall  from  liberty  ! 
Lux'ry  and  {loth  overwhelm  her  abject  race, 
And  fervile  bondage  agrevates  difgrace  : 
Her  treafures  wafted,   fhe  retains  befide, 
A  reptile  meannefs  with  her  native  pride. 

But  view  America's  far  diftant  fhore, 
Where  peace  fits  fmiling  as  the  billows  roar  ; 
Where  freedom  reigns,   and  plenty  crowns  the  year, 
Where  confcious  virtue  rules  without  a  fear  ! 
Science  and  arts  her  darkfome  wilds  pervade, 
And  all  the  mufes  confecrate  the  fhade, 
"  Let  gold  and  gems  in  Chilian  mountains  glov?, 
Let  plague  and  poifon,   In  ft  and  rapine  grow  ; 
Yet  fee  where  Pcnnlykanin's  Hills  ariie, 
Luxuriant  foil  !    beneath  iiululgeru  fkies  : 
All-bounteous  Heav'n  adorns  the  happy  land, 
And  fcatters  .bleffiogs  ••.  .ul-hand: 

P  ?  Cut 

*'  The  I  Ion .  Cul .  G .  *»VA  s  H  i  x  G  T  o  x . 


ODES: 

it  what  avails  her  unexhaufted  flores, 
fer  blooming  mountains  and  her  funny  fliores, 
With  all  the  gifts  that  Heav'n  and  eanh  m^trt, 
/The  Imiles  of  nature  and  the  charms  of  ait  j 
'  If  proud  oppreflion  in  her  valleys  reigns, 
Or  tyranny  ufurps  her  happy  plai.ns  ?" 

In  antient  days,   when  honeft  men  bore  fway, 
And  honeft  fubjedls  gloried  to  obey  ; 
Princes  and  rulers  zealous  of  applaufe, 
P^eligion,  juflice,   liberty  and  laws 
In  happy  unifon  fpontaneous  join'd, 
And  friendship  blefs'd  with  harmony  mankind* 
As  time  roll'd  on  thofe  great  Epochal  fled, 
While  patriots  fuffer'd,    and  while  heroes  bled. 
But  we  tho'  fanguinary  tyrants  threat,  ^ 

And  civil  wars  our  lives  anticipate, 
Defy  oppreffion  as  we  challenge  fate.  J 

No  more  fliall  afts  of  antient  worthies  charm, 
Our  Congrefk'  praife  fhall  now  each  bofom  warm  ; 
By  them  infpir'd  our  humble  voices  raife 
To  ling  their  worth  we'll  tune  our  annual  lays, 
Jnfeniibly  we  feel  the  glowing  flame, 
Seduc'd  by  them  to  tread  the  paths  of  fame. 

When  ebbing  centVies  wafte  this  earthly  fphere* 
Their  fli^red  names  ihall  fill  each  new-born  year  ; 
And  you,  ye  gen'rous  patrons  of  the  prefs, 
With  equal  warmth  their  glories  fliall  exprefs  ; 
Each  difrant  realm  fliall  great  them  as  their  own, 
And  waft  their  mighty  deeds  from  zone  to  zone. 

Repuls'd  Britannia  (hall  enfiaVe  no  more, 
Or  fend  again  her  hoftile  navies  o'er  : 
Jn  peace  iecure  the  happy  fwain  may  live, 
Tailing  thofe  fvveets  that  peace  alone  can  give  : 
Her  injur'd  fons  at  length  will  ceafc  to  mourn, 
The  golden  a-r;\  flnll  again  return.  December 


ODES.  257 


December  finks  amid  the  wafte  of 

Anft  rifing  freedom  with  the  dawn  appears. 

To  you  the  mufe  her  yearly  tribute  pays, 
For  you,   her  friends,   ihe  chaunts  her  annual  lays, 
In  labor'd  numbers  as  an  offYing  due 
To  virtue,   freedom,   friendfhip  and  to  you. 
Your  worthy  names  fhall  live,  tho'  earth  decay, 
"While  Phoebus  hails  you  on  each  New  -Year's  Day. 

Philadelphia  ,  January  I,    1775. 

ODE       2. 

For  t-he  Ntiv  -  Year,  1779. 

Invocation  for  the  ruturn  of  Peace. 
BY  MR.  JOHN  PRYOR. 

HEAV'N-BORN  peace  defcend  and  bring 
With  thee  all  the  tuneful  throng  I 
Tis  thy  wifh'd-for  gifts  I  fing, 

Heav'n-born  maid  accept  the  fong. 

Say,  what  region  has  confin'd  thee^ 

Vefted  in  thy  virgin  robe  ? 
In  what  corner  fhall  I  find  thee, 

Of  the  defolated  globe  ? 

Ev'ry  kingdom,   ev'ry  nation, 

Mourn  thy  abfence,   heav'nly  maid  ; 
War,   wich  purple  defolation, 

Long  hath  mark'd  thy  placid  {hade. 

O'er  old  Terra's  vaft  domain, 

Fierce  Bcllona  drives  her  car, 
I'o  the  carnage  of  the  flain, 

Calls  the  bloody  dogs  of  war. 

BehoU 


?$S  ODES. 

Behold,  fhe  wings  o'er  ev'ry  zone, 
Thro'  ev'ry  climate  fpeeds  her  way  ; 

From  Poland's  drear  inclement  throne 
To  Bengal'*  fcorm-tormented  bay. 

To  frozen  Mufcevys  bleak  realms  fhe  flies, 

And  waves  her  bloody  banner  o'er  the  foil ; 

A  gain  ft  the  Turk  fhe  bids  the  Ccffhck  rife 

'Till  Mofcoiu  groans  with  heaps  of  Ottoman  fpoiS. 

Next  Mauritania's  fwartLy  foils, 

A  ftubborn  race,   untaught  to  yeild, 

Collect  a  gain  ft  Iberia  s  Dons, 

And  rout  Ler  armies  o'er  the  field. 

From  Ifer9   Danube,    and  the  Rhine, 
(Immortal  Frederick's  force  to  mar,) 

GermanlcCs  countlefs  numbers  loin. 

And  breathe  th«  vengeful  blaft  of  war. 

Xow  6V.'/AVs  louder  thunders  roar, 

And  Bourbon's  hardy  chiefs  unite, 
To  frem  the  tide  of  Albkrfs  pcr.v'r, 
And  blunt  the  edge  of  Britain's  might : 

Thro'  ev'ry  diftant  region  known 

B'jilona,  yet  extends  her  reign  ; 
From  Ethiopia  s  burning  zone 

Far  to  the  bleaky  weftern  main. 

Swift  to  Cohmllcs  bli£ful  fliorcs 

The  furious  .goddefs  bends  her  way  -9 

ri  he  fmiling  Continent  explores, 

Where  peace  long  flied  her  genhl  ray. 

Hark!  the  flirill  trumpets  and  the  raul'ng  drums  \ 
.See,    Death  exulting  o'er  the  haplcfs  (lain  ! 

And  (doom'd  by  fate)  Cofamlitf&  free-born  fons, 
Falling,  uncoiiquerM  on  the  wHl-fdught  plain! 

Come  then  peace,   arspclic  maid. 

Mounted  on  thy  eaiy  car,  S^heatlic 


ODES. 

Sheathe  the  warrior's  reeking  blade, 
Clofe  the  dreadful  fcenes  of  war. 

Bid  the  trumpet's  warlike  found, 
Pioufe  no  more  to  fierce  alarms  ! 

Nor  the  banner'd  field  refound 
With  the  martial  clang  of  arms. 

Bid  commerce  catch  the  profp'rous  gale, 

Revive  Religion,  arts  and  trade, 
Let  liberty  and  faith  prevail, 

And  fcience  court  its  native  fliade* 

Spread  thy  olive  fceptre  wide. 

Hither  bid  the  mufes  flray, 
Here,   for  ever  to  abide. 

Ever  in  thefe  fhades  to  ftray. 

Shades, — beneath  whofe  friendly  covep, 

Dtibrc's  *  waters  gently  flow  ; 
"Where  Magnolia's  Ihroud  the  lover, 

As  he  trills  the  ftrain  of  woe. 

O'er  the  wide  world  extend  thy  gentle  fway, 
And  bid  opprefiion  give  its  ravage  o'er  ; 

From  pole  to  pole  thy  bounteous  gifts  difplay, 
'Till  war  (hall  ceafe,   and  ruin  be  no  more. 

Dover  1779. 

*  The  river  on  which  the  town  of  Dover  is  fituated. 


O     D     E     3. 

on     MASONRY. 

Addrefied  to  Brother  Colonel  Procter,  K.  T. 

Ab  ipfo 

Ducit   opes,   Gfiimumque  Jerry.  HoR. 

FULL  CHORUS. 

AIL  !   cceleftial  mafonry, 
Craft  that  makes  us  wife  and  free  ! 

Heav'n-born 


ODES* 


Heav'n-b'orn  cherub  !   bring  along 
The  tuneful  ba»d,   the  patriot  fong  ; 
See  WaJbingtoBy  he  leads  the  train, 
'Tis  he  commands  the  grateful  ftrain  j 
Sec  ev'ry  crafted  fon  obeys, 
And  to  the  godlike  brother  homage  pays, 

SONG. 

Then  give  to  merit  what  is  due, 

And  twine  the  myjlic  bays  ; 
In  joyful  ftrains  his  deeds  renew, 

And  fing  the  hero's  praife. 

RECITATIVE. 

While  time  brings  mortal  honors  to  decay, 
'Tis  freedom  gives,  what  time  can't  fleal  away. 

SONG. 

Unbend  his  brow  from  martial  care, 

And  give  the  patriot  reft; 
Who  nobly  brav'd  the  ftorms  of  war, 

To  make  his  country  bleft. 

RECITATIVE. 

Wake  from  the  tomb  the  fouls  of  martyrs  free, 
To  view  this  hemifphere  of  liberty, 
Let  them  with  raviih'd  eyes  look  down  upon 
The  glorious  work  perform'd  by  WaJlringUn. 

SONG. 

Then  brethren  to  my  lays  attend, 
And  hail  our  father  and  our  friend  ; 
Let  famerefound  him  thro'  the  land, 
And  echo  "  'Tit  our  M  after  Grand:9 

RECITATIVE. 
Begin,  ye  fons  of  Solomon, 
Prepare  the  wreath  for  WASHINGTON  : 
'Tis  he  our  ancient  craft  fhall  fway, 
Whilft  we  with  thref  timfs  three  obey.  SONG, 


O     D     E     S 

SONG. 

When  evening's  folemn  hours  pervads, 
We  choofe  the  (till  mafonic  fhade  ; 
With  hearts  fincere,   our  hands  upon^ 
We  blefs  the  widow's  myjtic  fon. 

RECITATIVE. 

For  you,  my  friend,  the  infpired  mufes  fing, 

Thou  firm  oppofer  of  a  tyrant  king  j 

Go  imitate  in  fact  our  glorious  head, 

And  in  the  Lodge,  O  PROCTER,  take  the  lead, 

AIR. 
I. 

Support  the  craft  with  honeft  pride  ; 

When  in  the  field  our  foes  confound, 
Difplay  your  iron  thunders  wide, 

And  ftrew  the  bleeding  courfes  round. 

II. 

Let  patriot  fire  ftrain  ev'ry  nerve, 

For  WASHINGTON  upon  your  fmiles  ; 

With  him  'tis  more  than  fame  to  ferve, 
'Tis  fame  with  him  to  fhare  his  toils. 

GRAND  CHORUS. 
Hail  coeleftial  malbnry  ! 
Craft  that  makes  us  wife  and  free  ; 
Heav'n-born  cherub  !    bring  along, 
The  tuneful  band,   the  patriot  fong  ; 
See  WASHINGTON,  he  leads  the  train, 
*Tis  he  commands  the  grateful  ftrain  ; 
See  ev'ry  crafted  fon  obeys, 
And  to  the  god-like  brother  homage  pays. 

February  7,    1 7  79.  J.   P. 

O  D  E    3 


ODE     S. 


O     D     E       4. 

For  the  Feftival    of  St.   JOHN  the   EVANGI^IJT,  * 
December  27  &  28,   5772. 

RECITATIVE. 

BEHOLD  the  focial  band  appears  I 
Imparting  joy,   difpelling  fears  ! 
And  wak'd  by  duty  and  by  choice, 
Command  the  fons  of  freedom  to  rejoice. 

SONG. 

Boaft  not,  mortals,  human  fkill, 

If  the  fculctur'd  dome  you  raife, 
Works   of  art    by  fancy's  will, 

Lead  us  oft 'thro1  folly's  maze. 
What  if  Phidia's  chiffel  guide  ! 

What  if  Titian's  pencil  grace  ? 
Marble  flatters  but  our  pride, 

Bane  of  all  the  human  race? 

RECITATIVE. 

'Tis  from  the  watchful. culture  of  the  mind, 
A  well-directed  foul,  a  fenfe  refin'd, 
That  heav'nl.y  virtues  fpring  to  grace  the  man  > 
This  be  our  nobleft  conflict  and  our  plan  ! 

AIR. 

Let  the  diamond's  luftre  blaze, 

Call  its  water  bright  and  clear, 
But  confefs  the  greater  pralfe, 

Refts  on  pity's  tender  tear, 

May 

*  By  Sir  ECERTON  LSIGH,  Barf.   G.  M.  of  South  Carolina. 


ODES,  263 

May  the  focial  virtues  bind, 

Tune  each  fympathetic  heart, 
Raife  the  feeble,   lead  the  blind, 

Wipe  the  tear  that  fwells  to  part. 

RECITATIVE. 

Ye  blefled  minifters  above, 
Who  guard  the  good  with  pureft  love, 
Propitious  hear  the  notes  of  praife, 
While  Briton's  fons  their  voices  raife. 

AIR. 

Bleffings  await  this  WESTERN  LAND, 
Bleffings  overflow  with  lib'ral  hand, 
Commerce  uprears  our  infant  irate, 
And  golden  currents  make  us  great  : 
Fair  fcience  lifts  her  head  and  cries, 
c*  I..come  to  make  you  good  and  wife  :" 
Thefe  be  the  glories  of  each  day, 
Marking  onr  Monarch's  gentle  fvvay. 

R.ECITATIVE. 

Our  focial  band,  by  love  and  honor  join'd, 
Unite  their  zeal,   as  friends  to  human  kind  : 
The  myftic  fenfe  is  out,   the  fign  does  move, 
Behold  the  fign  ! — Peace ,  Harmony  and  Love, 

DUETTO. 

Let  the  day  be  ever  prais'd 
When  the  Royal  Craft  was  rais'd5 
Let  the  focial  virtues  ihine, 
Doing  good  is  fure  divine, 

CHORUS. 

Give  the  heroes  all  their  due. 
Twine  their  browi  with  laurels  too  ; 
Qjl 


264  ODE     S. 

But  fhall  we  no  laurels  find, 
For  our  love  to  human  kind  ? 
Let  the  focial  virtues  fliine, 
Doins  good  is  fure  divine. 

o   o 


O       D       E        5. 

For  tie  New-Tear,  1781. 

Addrefled  to  Mr.  C A . 

Sic  tranfit  gloria  mundi. 

JANUS,   emblem  of  the  year, 
Now  thy  youthful  cheeks  appear, — 
Looking  forward  to  the  day, 
That  fhall  eternize  my  lay  : 
When  fweet  peace  with  plenty  crown'd 
Shall  o'er  all  our  plains  abound  : 
Looking  back  with  forrow's  face 
On  thofe  years  of  Slaughter  pail, 
Deeply  ting'd  with  civil  ftrife,— 
Horrors  that  embitter  life. 
But  they're  fled,   the  profpecl  clears, 
WASHINGTON  again  appears ; 
Widely  fpreading  o'er  the  plain, 
ROCHAMBEAU  angments  his  train. 
See  the  band  of  vet'ran  Cauls 
Ev'ry  hoftilc  breaft  appalls 
Freedom's  caufe,   to  fight  prepar'd, 
High  in  air  her  banner  rear'd, 
Ever  iacred  be  to  fame, 
Louis,   thy  aufpicious  name  ! 
Who  from  regions  diflant  far, 
Sent  thy  braveft  fons  to  war. 
— But  'tis  fled  !    the  fcene  no  more 
Warms  my  fancy  as  of  yore,  When, 


O     D     E     S.  26$ 

When  within  the  tented  camp, 
Noon-day's  beam  and  evening's  damp, 
Storms,  (that  o'er  my  cottage  roll'd,) 
Hunger,   thirft,  hard-pinching  cold  ; 
Midnight  dangers,   dread  alarms, 
Martial  bands,   inur'd  to  arms  ; 
Heroes  panting  for  the  fight, — 
Thefe  were  once  my  foul's  delight ; 
Once  my  chofen  lov'd  Compeers,— 
— Vanim'd  with  the  paffing  years  ! 

Hail  then,   bright,   aufpicious  morn, 
Freedom  fmil'd  when  thou  wert  born  ; 
Phoebus  flieds  his  genial  ray, 
Nature  crowns  the  happy  day. 
Peace  with  her  ccleftial  train, 
Shall  aflume  her  ancient  reign ; 
We  of  joys  lhall  be  poffefs'd, 
And  again  compleatly  blefs'd, 
When  thro'  ev'ry  State  ftiall  fly 
INDEPENDENCE,   rear'd  on  high. 

Far  from  arms,   and  camps  retir'd, 
Sweetly  by  the  mufe  infpir'd, 
Here  reclin'd,   indulging  eafe, 
Pleafed  moft,   when  moft  I  pleafe  ; 
Happy  when  my  joys  I  tell,* — 
Joys  of  rural  ARUNDEL. 
Friendfhip  rules  the  gladfome  place, 
Welcome  beams  from  ev'ry  face  •, 
Pleafure  fparkles  in  each  eye, 
Here  reigns  hofpitality  : 
Gracious  God,  regard  my  prayer  ! 
Blefs  me  thus  on  each  NEW-YEAR. 

Arundel  "January  j ,    1781. 

ODE 


266  ODES. 


O     D     E     6. 

For  the  New-Year,  1784. 

Et  vacuum  Diicliis 

Janum  Quirini  claufit  :  HOR. 

RAPT)  in  the  fliades  of  ages  paft, 
See  pale  December  finks  at  laft, 

And  (huts  the  glorious  year  ! 
A  yearwhofe  deeds  thro'  time  ihall  fhinc, 
Surpaffing  boafted  Fifty-nine, 

To  vunquifh'd  Briton's  dear. 

That  time,    when  o'er  th'  aftonifh'd  world, 
Their  conq'ring  arms  were  proudly  hurl'd, 

Difpenfing  laws  to  all : 
The  Gaul,   tho'  brave,   was  made  to  yield, 
And  hardy  German  quit  the  field, 

And  terror  fill'd  the  ball. 

Their  fleets  bore  havock  o'er  the  main, 
With  bloofl  their  troops  embru'd  each  plain, 

Before  them  armies  fled  ; 
Their  thunders  fpread  deftru£lion  round, 
Earth,   air  and  feas,   renew'd  the  found,— - 

Loud  heralds  of  the  dead. 

But,  ah  !   what  fad  rcverfc  of  fate, 
Attends  their  proud  imperial  ftate, 

Now,  doom'd  at  laft  to  fall  I 
Before  Columbia's  fons  they  fly, 
And  yield  the  palm  of  victory 

To  Louis  and  to  Gaul. 

In  firmeft  bands  our  allied  arms, 
The  Britifh  Monarch's  foul  alarms, 
He  quakes  with  innate  fear  5 

His 


ODES.  267 

His  troops  confounded  leave  our  ilior-e, 
And  add  one  bleillng  to  the  ftore 
Of  this  aufpicious  year. 

Now,  let  the  fcepter'd  defpot  fway  ; 
The  fubjeck  iilcs  his  will  obey, 

And  bow  before  his  nod  : 
Columbia's  fame  lhall  tow'ring  rife  ; 
She  bends  to  him  who  {hakes  the  Ikies, 

And  knows  no  other  God. 

All  hail  !    Columbia's  genius  hail  ! 
On  mountain  top,   or  lowly  vale  ! 
From  Allegany's  tow'ring  wood, 
Or  Appalachian  hills  defcend, 
Thy  courfe  undaunted  hither  bend, 
AfTume  thy  rightful  fway  : 
Fair  freedom's  fons  wcll-pleasM  obey  : 
Thofc  fons  who  for  thy  glory  firmly  flood, 
And  lavifh'd  in  thy  caufe  their  richeil  blood. 

Firft  in  the  train  behold  Virginia's  fon, 
^The  brave,    the  good,   th'  immortal  WASHINGTON! 
Fav'rite  of  Heav'n! — unites  in  one  great  name, 
Marccllus,   Fabius  and  a  Scipio's  fame. 
Rifing  beyond  the  reach  of  human  praife, 
He  foars,   fuperior  to  the  poet's  lays. 
Then  ceafb,   vain  mufj,   to  ling  the  firft  of  men  ! 
The  theme  beft  fuits  the  fire  of  Homer's  pen. 
What  num'rous  worthies  now  appear, 
Whofe  glorious  names,   add  hiftre  to  the  year. 
Shining  fublime,   with  noble  mien, 
Adorn  our  humble  lays,— -victorious  Greene. 
From  Carolina's  torrid  plains, 
Where  fultry  Summer-Sinus  reigns. — 
He  comes,  he  comes,   with  laurels  crownM  ; 
Let  fame  s  loud  trumpet  waft  his  glory  round. 

DC  Kalb  ftill  lives,  who  bled  on  Cambden's  plain, 
Whilfl  warlike  tiophies  wreath  the  brows  of  Wayne  ; 

Morgan, 


268  ODE     S. 

Morgan,   fuperior  to  each  hoftile  toil, 
B.eturns  victorious  with  Britannia's  fpoil  : 
Fayette,  illuftrious  youth,   demands  our  lay, 
"Who  kept  the  Britifh  Hannibal — at  bay, 
St   Clair  and  Steuben,   names — for  ever  dear, 
Shall  grace  the  annals  of  this  new-born  year  ; 
"Whilft  Smallwood's  worth  thro*  ages  fh  all  defcend, 
And  live  in  fame's  records,— -  till  time  fhall  end. 
Hail  !  bright  epocha  !   hail !   illuftrious  band  ! 
\Vho  drew  your  fwords  to  fave  our  finking  land  ; 
Conqucft  adorn'd  your  arms, — our  foes  are  fled, 
And  peace  fweet  fmiling  rears  again  her  head. 

Commerce  expands  her  canvafs  wide, 
"Whilft  riches  float  on  every  tide  : 
No  more  we  fear  dread  war's  alarms, 
No  more  we  hear  the  din  of  arms  -, 
No  more  thy  faithlefs  waters  flow 
Proud  Delaware,  to  waft  the  foe  ; 
And  on  fair  SchuylkilPs  rocky  fhore, 
The  hoftiie  cannons  ceafe  to  roar. 

Foremoft  in  the  patriot  band, 

Shining  with  diftinguifh'd  ravs  \ 
Guardian  of  our  peaceful  land, 

Here  the  fanner  gently  fways, 

Mild  as  dews  from  fummer  ikies, 

Which  in  pearly  drops  defcend, 
Patron  of  the  good  and  wife, 

Virtue's  conftant,  fteady  friend. 

Faction — fell  Chimera  dire, 

Hydra  of  infernal  growth, 
Ceafe  to  breathe  your  pois'nous  fire 

O'er  his  clear  unfpotted  worth. 

Here  then  fix  thy  placid  reign  ! 

Pennfylvania  joys  to  fee, 
All  her  rights  reftor'd  again, 

Ancient  days  renew'd  in  thee.  ODE 


ODES.  269 


ODE       7. 

For  SAINT  TAMMANY'S  DAY,  May  i,  1785, 

FULL  CHORUS. 

EVER  facrecl  be  this  day, 
Genial  morn  of  rofy  May. 

RECITATIVE. 

To  Schuylk ill's  fair  banks  let  us  chearful  repair, 
For  pure  is  the  setherv    and  fragrant  the  air  ; 
Soft  zephyrs  ihall  fan  us,   and  eke  thro*  the  grove, 
The  genius  of  Tammany  ihield  us  with  love. 
No  foes  {hall  intrude  with  inquifitive  eye, 
Our  orgies,   our  dances,   or  myft'ries  to  fpy. 

AIR. 

Adieu  to  your  wives, 
Come  gird  on  your  knives, 

Your  tomahawks,   arrows  and  bows  ! 
Your  bodies  befmear, 
With  oil  of  the  bear, 

And  look  undifmay'd  on  your  foes. 

RECITATIVE. 

Kindle  up  the  council  fires, 

JLo  !    our  Saint  the  flame  infpires; 

"Whilft  we  pafs  the  flowing  bowl, 

Let  the  fmoaky  volumes  roll, 

From  the  Calimut  and  pipe, 

Of  fvveet  peace  the  welcome  type. 

Let  our  Sachems  healths  go  round> 

Beat  with  nimble  foot  the  ground  : 

'Till  the  woods  and  hills  rep!y, 

Vccal  mirth  and  fymphony. 

CHORUS. 

Ever  facrcd  bs  this  day, 
Genial  morn  of  rofy  May. 


270  ODE     S. 

RECITATIVE. 

Now  the  hatchet  we'll  bury,   fince  war  is  no  more, 
And  peace  with  rich  plenty  revilits  our  fhore  $ 
To  hunt  the  fleet  flag  o'er  the  mountains  we'll  run, 
In  fports  we  alone  will  employ  the  fell  gun, 
Our  fields  ihall  be  cloaih'd  with  gay  harvefts  again, 
And  friendfhip  will  brighten  the  blood-rufted  chain : 
But  fhould  war  call  us  forth,  then  adieu  to  our  glee, 
Each  fhoulders  his  rifle,  aud  takes  to  histree. 

AIR. 

Hail,  Columbia's  Tutelar  ! 

Tho'  thy  aihes,  diftant  are, — 

Hid  beneath  the  mountain  fide, 

Or  below  the  rapid  tide  ; 

Still  thy  warlike  ihade  attends, 

Smiling  on  thy  filial  friends; 

Leads  their  dances,  aids  their  pleafure, 

Joys  difpenfing,  without  meafure. 

RECITATIVE. 

Now,  each  Sachem  join  hands  round  the  liberty  pole, 
And  briikly  again,  pafs  the  heart-cheering  bowl ; 
To  Wafhington's  merrTry,— the  chief  of  our  train: 
The  full-flowing  goblet,   repeated  we'll  drain  : 
Then  next  to  each  chieftain,  who  fought  and  who  bled, 
Let's  fmg  a  requiem,  and  toaft  him,  tho'  dead. 

AIR. 

Foj:  Tammany,   holy, 
Let's  fire  a  volly, 

That  hills,   woods  and  rocks  may  reply  ; 
We'll  found  him  in  powder, 
Still  louder  and  louder, 

Till  echo  (hall  rend  the  blue  fky. 

CHORUS.       , 
Ever  facred  be  this  d-iv, 

Genial  morn  of  rofy  M<n~. 

RICH'.'': 


ODES.  271 

RECITATIVE. 

In  volumes  of  fmoke,  and  in  fpires  of  flame, 

Our  Tutelar  flew  to  the  fpheres  ; 
He  left  us  his  blefling,  his  weapons,  his  fame, 

And  hearts  unacquainted  with  fears. 
The  {hades  of  our  anceftors  clufter'd  around, 

To  welcome  our  chief  from  the  wars; 
With  laurels  celeftial  his  temples  they  bound, 

Then  thron'd  him  on  high  'midft  the  ftars. 

AIR. 

Sound  the  horns,   ye  tuneful  choirs,    . 

'Tis  our  faint,  the  notes  infpires  : 

Brace  the  drums,  and  make  them  roll, 

Martial  mufic  charms  the  foul  : 

Soon,  refponflve  to  the  chorus, 

Tammany  lhali  ftand  before  us  ; 

On  the  mofTy  velvet  green, 

Smiling  on  us,   tho'  unfeen. 
CHORUS. 

Charge  the  bowl  again  with  liquor, 

Pafs  it  brifkly,   pufh  it  quicker  ; 

Sachems,   warriors,   now  advance, 

Form  the  ring,   begin  the  dance  ! 

Mufic  fummons  us  to  pleafure, 

Mark  the  tune,   and  time  the  meafure  : 

Full  of  mirth  and  full  of  glee, 

Thus  concludes  our  jubilee: 

GRAND  CHORUS. 
Ever  facred  be  this  day  ; 
Genial  morn  of  rofy  May. 

Exeunt  OmnCS)  Indian  File, 

To  CAP  TAINS, 
KAIASCHUTA,          -| 
KILL-BUCK,  ( 

COB.N-STALK,  •'        Great  Sachems 

TURKEY-TAIL,          j         and  Warriors. 
NYMWA,   and  the        j 
BIG-CAT, 

R  i 


272  ODES. 


ODE        8. 

Written  in  a  Young  Lady's  Pocket-Book. 
By  Mr.  John  Pryor. 
I. 

MY  Pencil  and  my  heart  unite 
My  paffion  to  reveal  5 
On  this  dear  leaf  I've  fworn  to  write 
"What  loVe  cannot  conceal. 

2. 

Could  I  on  Peggy's  gentle  foul 

Alike  imprint  my  love  ; — 
Or  could  my  verfe  h*r  heart  control, 

My  wiihes  to  approve. 


With  equal  paffion  would  flie  deign 
My  ardent  hopes  to  meet  ; 

Oh  !  then  away  with  grief  and  pain> 
My  joys  would  be  compleat. 

Dover,  June  6,   1780. 


ODE 


ODES.  273 


O     D     E     9. 

For  the  Feftival  of  St.  John  the  Baptlft,   June  24,  5786. 

Addreffed  to  the  Worfhipfui  Mafter  and  Brethren  of 
Lodge  No.  2,  of  Ancient  York  Mafons,  Philadelphia. 

Trilus  ant  novem         ' 
M if  center  Cyathis  Pocula  com  mod  is. 
\)ui  Mufas  amat  imparesy 

Terms  ter  Cyathos  attonitus petet 

Vates :  —     —     —     —  HORACE. 

FULL  CHORUS.— JOVE  IN  HIS  CHAIR. 

HAIL  Mafonry  ! 
Bleft  beam  from  on  high  ! 
Let  thy  aid, 
Here  difplay'd, 

Our  bofoms  refine  : 
To  Saint  John, 
Raife  the  fong ; 
Let  our  lays: 
Sound  the  praife 

Of  Mafonry  divine. 

Swift  from  the  Ikies, 

The  white-rob'd  Seraph  flies  ; 

Sent  by  Jove, 

From  above, 

With  a  pure  fpotlefs  train. 
From  on  high,  in  her  eye, 
We  defcry,    fympathy, 
When  fhe  fmiles, 
She  beguiles 

Grief  and  pain. 

The  mufes  infpire, 
To  join  the  loud  choir, 

And  echo  the  joyous  glad  ftrain. 


274  ODES. 

RECITATIVE. 

*'  On  out-fir etch'd  wings  of  radiant  cherubs  borne, 
More  bright  than  evening  bow,  or  ruddy  morn  5 
With  her,  lo !  charity  from  Heaven  defcends, 
And  glorious  freedom  in  her  train  attends. 

SONG. 
Serenely  meek  in  finiles  array  M, 

Seraphic  ardours  on  her  wait, 
Celeftial  virtues  fhine  difplay'd, 

Celcilial  pomp  adorns  her  flate. 

RECITATIVE. 

Around  her  throne,  obfequious  move, 
Soft  compaffion,    pious  love, 
Melting  pity,  hopes  that  cheer, 
And  from  the  wretched  drives  defpair  : 
Divine  benevolence  before  her  Hands, 
Grace  in  her  imiles,   and  bounty  in  her  hands. 

AIR. 

She  comes,   religion  to  reftore, 

To  banifli  care  from  evYy  breaft  : 
To  raife  the  nek,  relieve  the  poor, 

And  give  the  weak  and  weary'd  reft. 

2. 

All  hail  !    celeftial  goddefs  hail  ! 

O  Mafonry  fublime  ! 
Propitious  fpread  thy  facred  veil, 

And  cover  ev'ry  crime. 


Thy  facrifice  all  iln  attoncs, 

And  frill  accepted  mounts  on  high  ; 
You  eafe  the  wretched  brothers  groans, 

You  wipe  the  tear  from  forrcw's  eye. 


ODES.  275 

4- 
You  brighten  ev'ry  mortal  gloom, 

You  (often  anguifh,  banifti  ftrife  j 
You  fmooth  our  paftage  to  the  tomb. 

And  fit  us  for  eternal  life." 

RECITATIVE. 

As  Phoebus  in  the  radiant  eafk  difplays 
His  glorious  orb,    and  fends  abroad  his  rays, 
Tl^e  life-infpiring  influence  fpreading  round, 
To  chear  mankind,   and  fruclify  the  ground  : 
"Within  our  facred  walls  the  goddefs  ftands, 
Her  train,  attentive,  wait  our  juft  commands. 
Forth  at  the  word  each  willing  cherub  fprings, 
And  fcatters  bleilings  from  its  ambient  wings  ; 
Knowledge  to  fome,  and  happinefs  to  all, 
"Where  e'er  difpers'd  around  the  fpacious  ball. 

AIR. 

."  Devote  to  thee 
There  goddefs  fee, 
Thy  vot'ries  knell  ! 
They  fervent  feel 

Thy  foul  exalting  fire. 
Rejoic'd  they  rife, 
Above  the  Ikies, 

"Where  heav'nly  minds  afpire, 

Celeftial  gueft, 

Inflame  each  breaft, 
With  focial  ardours,  mutual  love  ! 

Still,  more  refin'd, 

Make  human  kind, 
'Till  each  be  like  the  bleft  above." 

RECITATIVE. 

Hail  Mafonry — thou  principal  divine  ! 
In  which,   unnumber'd  joys  inceflant  fhine  5 
Whofe  heav'nly  influence  dilates  the  mind, 
That  glows  with  charity  to  all  mankind  5 

Thou 


ODE     S. 


Thou  perfect  emblem  of  the  blifs  above 

He  dwells  in  God,   who  dwells  in  boundlefs  love. 

SONG.     DOR  SE  T  SHI  R  E  MAR  c  H. 

Let  brethren  join  hands  in  fupport  of  their  laws, 
For  Heav'n  fmiles  on  us,  and  profpers  our  caufe  : 
The  Lodge  which  arofe  under  holy  Saint  John, 
New  luftre  receives  under  Great  Wafhington. 

Then  enter  the  holy  of  holies  again, 
With  innocence  bleft,  and  with  hands  pure  from  ftain  ; 
Our  patron  fhall  fmile  from  the  regions  above, 
And  crown  us  with  peace  and  with  brotherly  love. 

Grand  Chorus. 
Philadelphia,  Jnne  24,  5786. 


ODE        10. 

To  C  H  L  O  E,  Stung  by  a  WASP. 
By  Mr.  John  Pryor. 


CHLOE,  blame  not  the  wafpifh  thing,' 
That  on  thy  cheek  has  left  its  fling ! 
Thy  frowns  imprint  a  deeper  fmart, 
They  leave  keen  anguilh  at  the  heart.     . 

2. 

A  fimple  recipe  may  cure 
The  wounds  that  Chloe's  charms  endure  5 
But,  ah  !  what  medicine  can  prove 
A  remedy  to  flighted  love. 

*  Dover,    1780. 

O  D  E    ii 


ODE 


277 


O     D     E      ii. 
To  the  GERMAN  FLUTE, 

By   the  Same. 

I. 

TT7HEN  loft  in  learning's  hard  purfuita 

*  *        With  dull  perplexities  I  flrive, 
Oh!    then  'tis  from  my  tuneful  flute 
The  wonted  vigour  I  derive. 

2. 

Tho'  high  the  path  of  knowledge  lay, 

And  hard  the  fteep  afcent  to  gain : 
'Tis  this  that  fmboths  the  rugged  way, 

And  renovates  my  ftudious  brain. 

3- 
Again,   when  irkfome  bufinefs  cloys, 

I  fnatch  the  foul-reviving  reed  , 
And  free  from  tumults  and  from  noiie, 

To  pleafure's  fyren  joys  fucceed. 

X 

4. 

rris  this  improves  my  dulleft  hours, 

And  mitigates  each  rifing  care  ; 
'Tis  this  each  harpy  thought  devours.,' 

And  makes  e'en  trouble  lefs  fevere, 

5- 

Hither  Eolian  mufe  defcend, 

(Terpficore,   with  laurels  crown'd,) 
Hither,  the  gentle  zephyrs  fend, 

And  breathe  the  foft  concordant  found, 

6. 

Fill  the  long  tube's  encreafing  bore, 
And  teach  my  fingers  to  the  time  j 

'Till 


278  ODE     S. 

Till  trembling  brlfkly  o'er  and  o'er, 
They  form,  the  inftru  mental  rhime. 


When  fetting  Sol's  declining  beams 
Juit  tinge  the  fullen  fhades  of  night, 

And  riling  on  the  weftern  ftreams, 

Pale  Cynthia  fheds  her  borrowed  light  :— 

8. 

Attend  me  to  the  filent  fhade, 

Where  Angelina  deigns  to  fbray  ; 

And  lend  thy  fofi  melodious  aid, 
Some  moving,  melting  air  to  play. 

9- 
Perhaps  my  charmer  paffing  by, 

May  hear  her  Collin's  tender  (train, 
Feel  the  kind  glow  of  fympathy, 

And  ftoop  to  foothe  her  fhepherd's  pain, 

10. 

Oh!  for  her  fake  my  bofom  fvvell 
With  all  the  lover's  ardent  flame, 

And  teach  my  trembl'ing  flute  to  tell 
The  lovely  Angelina's  name. 

Dover,    November  1  8,    1779* 


JU  ^Ji 

ODE        12. 

To     C     E     L     I     A, 

By  tJ:e  Same. 

HENCEFORTH  with  fix'd  contempt  I  fliun 
The  fenfelefs-bacchanalian  joy  ; 
The  club,  the  riot  and  the  ton, 

No  more  my  wifer  thoughts  emplov. 

No 


ODES, 

No  more  I  quaff  the  ch earful  glafs, 

Fill'cl  with  intoxicating  wine  ; 
No  more  th'  unheeded  moments  pafs, 

At  pleafure's  fweet  bewitching  ihrine. 

The  wild  companion  and   the  feaft, 

The  board  with  lufciom  dainties  fill'd, 

Proofed  for  ever  from  my  breaft 

To  more  delightful  tranfports  yeild. 

Far  nobler  joys  my  paffion  claim — 

Thro'  brighter  paths  my  foot-fteps  rove  5 
My  bofom  feels  a  purer  flame, 

And  beats  the  cheerful  tone  of  love. 

) 

Farewell,  ye  dear-deluding  hours, 

When  wine  and  mufic  charm'd  the  foul ; 

When  joy  difplay'd  its  wreath  of  flowers, 
And  pleafure  deck'd  the  fparkl'ing  bowl. 

Farewel  ye  band  of  jovial  youths- 
Companion  of  my  loofer  days, 

Spendthrifts  and  batchelors  profufe, 

And  coxcombs,— fond  of  empty  praife  I 

If  Cclia  but  approves  my  plea, 

Adieu  your  uneffential  blifs  ! 
Mirth  has  no  longer  charms  for  me, 

In  Celia  dwells  my  'happinefs. 

A  happinefs without  alloy, 

Such  as  with  health  contentment  brings  : 

And  ge'htle  rivulets  of  joy, 

Forth  gufhing  from  a  thoufand  fprings. 

Celia  alone  my  heart  commands, 

'Tis  fhe  my  warmeft  friendfhip  claims  ; 

Each  object  that  around  me  ftands 
My  pure,- — my  ardent  love  proclaims. 

Ss  For 


279 


sgo  OPE   s. 

For  once  to  honor's  voice  attend, 

Ye  rakes,  ye  reptiles  of  the  earth  ! 
Who  all  your  choiceft  moments  fpend 

In  icenes  of  lewdnefs  or  of  mirth. 

What  can  fuch  fleeting  joys  afford, 

But  ficknefs,  pain,  regret  and  forrcw  ? 

To  night  ye  lay  the  fruitful  hoard 
Of  fad  repentance,  for  to-morrow. 

But  if  ye  feek  for  lafting  joys, 

Such  as  enfure  delight  and  reft  ; 
Which  not  pofleffion's-felf  deftroys, 

Come  find  them  in  my  Celia's  bread. 

'Tis  there  the  real  Eden  lies, 

And  forms  a  paradife  of  blifs  ; 
Whilft  pleafurcs  fparkling  in  her  eyes, 

Defufe  the  pays  of  happinefs  ! 

What  are  the  joys  that  di*efs  impart, 

The  powder'd  locks,   the  fyren-fmile  : — 

To  virtue  grafted  in  the  heart, 

With  manners  incorrupt  by  guile  ? 

In  Celia's  happy  breaft  I  find 

The  charms  of  fuch  angelic  caft— 
Charms,  that  by  Heaven  itfelf  dcfign'd, 

With  ever-blooming  worth  ihall  lad. 

Dover,  Nov.  20,   1779. 

O  D  E 


ODES.  281 


O     D     E      13. 

On    the    ANNIVERSARY    of  AMERICAN  INDEPEN' 
DENCE,  July  4th,    1786. 

Injurisfo  ne  pede  proruas 
Stantem  Columnam  ;  neu  populus  fremens 
j3d  arma  cejjantes  ;    ad  arma 
Con-cites  )  imperiumque  f ran  gat* 

HORACE. 

FULL   CHORUS.          Hope  thou  twrfe,   csV. 
I. 

FREEDOM,   genius  of  our  clime  1 
Here  erect  thy  placid  fway  \ 
As  he  flies,   fhall  rapid  time, 

Bow  obfequious  to  this  day. 

2. 

Farrite  her  pinions  fhall  expand, 

O'er  each  diftant  realm  fhall  fly  ; 
Then  high-vaulting  from  the  land, 

Sound  thy  glories  through  the  fky. 

3- 
Ev'ry  fyftem,  ev'ry  fphere, 

Ev'ry  planet  as  it  runs, 
Shall  thy  facred  fane  revere, 

Fabric  of  Columbia's  fons." 

RECITATIVE. 

Hail  to  the  day  that  joyous  now  appears. 

To  crown  the  labours  of  eight  glorious  years  ! 

A  day  !    whofe  beams  difpenfe  umifual  frailes, 

And  gives  us  pleafure,  in  return  for  toils. 

Lo  !    freedom  in  her  facred  hand  dilplays 

The  vr:-£;ith  :J;at  twiucs  us  witha.muagrtiil  praifc  ! 

AH 


ODE     S. 


All  nature  fliarcs  our  joy,  and  looks  more  gay, 
More  cheerful  fleet  the  circl'ing  hours  away. 
The  dawn  returns  ;   ten  wheeling  years  have  fped, 
freedom's  Sun,  his  beamy  radiance  fpread. 

AIR.        Dorfet/hire  March. 


Then  loud  from  the  fkies  blow  the  trumpet  of  fame  ! 
Let  earth  catch  the  found, — Independence  thy  name  I 
To  tyrants  and  flaves  be  thy  aufpices  {hewn, 
The  frigid,  the  torrid,  the  temperate  zone  ! 

»       2. 

The  wretch  hid  in  mines,   far  fequefter'd  from  day, 
Again  fhall  partake  of  the  fun's  cheering  ray; 
The  defpots  ihall  fall,  when  thy  glories  they  view 
And  freedom  once  more  blefs  the  fhores  of  Peru. 

RECITATIVE.     Once  the  Gods  of  the  Creels. 

From  cannon's  alarms,  and  each  hoftile  uproar, 
We  return  to  our  fig-trees  and  vines, 

Sweet  peace  is  reftor'd;   all  our  dangers  are  o'er, 
Of  battles,  bombardments  and  lines. 

Thus  Rome's  warlike  chief,  when  with  laurels  eatwin'4> 

And  vanquilh'd  was  ev'ry  foe  ; 
His  riches,  his  titles,   his  badges  relign'd, 

And  with  glory  return' d  to  his  plow. 

AlR.  Mafonictunc 

i. 
This  day  to  Cincinnatus, 

Shall  ever  facred  be, 
And  time  from  hence  fhall  rate  us, 

As  gen'rous  brave  and  free. 

2. 

No  length  of  years  will  ever  raze, 

The  pile  to  freedom  rear'd  ; 
Which  fhall,  at  nature^  final  baze, 

To  Heaz'n  be  transferred. 


ODES.  283 

RECITATIVE. 

From  the  ikies  it  defcended,  —  a  gift  from  the  throne  i 
"We  feiz'd  the  dear  prefent,  and  cali'd  it  our  own  ; 
Tho'  our  foes  ftrove  to  crufh  it,   the  firmer  it  ftood 
Cemented  and  feal'd  with  American  blood. 

AIR. 

Future  seras  of  time, 
Shall  gratefully  join 

In  the  praife  of  true  patriot  fages, 
America,  --  free, 
For  ever  fhall  be, 

Thro'  all  the  vaft  volume  of  ages. 
GRAND   CHORUS.      Freedom)  genius  of  our  clime,    &c. 


O       D       E       14. 

On  the  Birth-day  of  an  Illuftrious  Perfonage 
February  i  i,    1785. 

tiobis  hac  oila  fecit. 


Ills  meas  errare  tio'oss  ut.  cernis^  et  Ipj'nm 

LuderCy  qtttf  veil  em  y  caldmo  permifit  agrejll,  VlR. 

HILE  penfion'd  bards,   with  hackney'd  lay, 

Their  purchas'd  homage  yearly  pay  ;— 
In  pompous  ftile  and  iiatt'ring  verfe, 
A  Defpot's  annual  praife'  rehcarfe  j 
Of  virtuous  a<5ls,   and  doing  well, 
And  battles  never  fought  to  teil ; 
Of  trophies  won,   and  rebels  ilain, 
Of  fleets  triumphant  o'er  the  main  ; 
While  falfhood  echoes  from  each  firing,, 
Unmov'd  we  hear  the  rmnftrel  fing  ; 
Unmov'd  we  hear  his  numbers  told, 
"Which  vlow-— alone  from  royal  gold. 

Let  truth  infpire 

My  humble  Ivre  ! 

virtue  patronize  my  theme  ; 


284  ODES. 

Grant  me  your  aid, 

Each  tuneful  maid, 
To  draw  the  hero  with  a  noon-day  beam. 

While  Phoebus  the  Ikies  fhall  adorn, 

Columbia  will  hail  the  glad  morn, 
Which  gave  her  a  Ton,   who  by  Heav'n's  decree, 
His  own  native  regions  was  born  to  make  free. 

From  the  fweets  of  retirement  he  chearfully  came, 
Fair  virtue  his  guide,  unambitious  of  fame  ; 
Unpendon'd  he  flew,  when  his  country  demanded, 
His  fword  he..  drew  forth,   and  her  armies  commanded. 

Now  the  glorious  work  is  done, 

Cloudlefs  fhines  fair  freedom's  fun  : 

Ev'ry  hoftile  toil  is  o'er, 

War's  alarms  we  fear  no  more. 
Beneath  his  fig-trees  and  his  vines, 
In  peace  the  happy  fwain  reclines, 
Nor  hears  the  cannons  roar. 

Now  let  fame.feize  her  trump,  and  to  nations  around, 
Our  leader's  bright  glory  in  thunder  refoun  J  j 

'Till  like  lightening  it  flies 

To  the  blue  vaulted  ikies  j 

Where  recorded  above 

In  the  archives  of  Jove 

It  fhall  live  —  far  out-live  the  tremendous  laft  day, 
Whilft  worlds  inconfufion  pafs  flaming  away. 

Baltimore,    February  I  r,    1785. 


O     D     E     15. 

To       M     I     R     A. 

come  clear  Mir  a,  hade  anvl  prove 
DHmterefted  fweets  ot  love  ! 
For  gen'rous  love  no  dwelling  finds 
In  fordid  mercenary  minds  : 


ODES.  285 

Laugh  at  life's  idle  fluttering  things, 
Look  down  with  pity  upon  kings, 
Carelefs  who  likes,  or  difcommend, 
Bleft  in  the  lover  and  the  friend." 

No  jealous  cares  fliall  interfere, 
Content  fliall  crown  each  palling  year  ; 
And  pleafurc  unalloy'd  with  pain, 
Shall  fpread  her  foft  her  tranquil  reign. 
Tho'  war  with  blocdlhed  ftain  our  fhore, 
Grim  war  {hall  ceafe  and  rage  no  more, 
Then  joys  unfading  will  attend 
To  blefs  the  lover  with  the  friend. 

-"   Come  then  together  let  us  haftc 

O'er  life's  uncomfortable  wafte  ; 

Bear  the  fharp  thorn  to  pluck  the  role, 

And  fmilc  at  tranfitory  woes  ; 

Keep  the  bright  goal  of  hope  in  view, 

Nor  look  behind  as  others  do, 

'Till  death  and  only  death  {hall  end 

At  once  the  lover  and  the  friend." 

O     D     £      1 6. 

A       NIGHT      PIECE, 

VI7ITH  hollow  blafts  the  winds  arife 

And  howling  dreary  thro'  the  fkies, 

Add  horror  to  the  midnight  hour  ; 
Affrighted  in  fome  lonely  vale, 
Sits  fadly  mute  the  nightingale, 

And  chaunts  within  the  bow'r. 

But  oft  in  gloomy  filence  broke, 
"JVhen  from  fome  venerable  oak 
The  owl  terrific  fcreams ; 

Off 


586  ODE     S. 

Oft  too,  at  night's  fad  folemn  noon 
"Wolves  gaunt  and  ghaftly  bay  the  moon, 
While  wak'd  from  pleating  dreams, 

Starts  from  his  couch  the  drowfy  fwain, 
And  lift'ning  hears  with  anxious  paii} 

The  horrid  favage  yell. 
Hail  gloomy,  pleafing  hour  of  night  ! 
How  fancy  wing'd  with  eagle-flight 

Delights  of  thee  to  tell. 

Thou  lov  d  of  fages  and  of  faints  ! 
Thou  hear'ft  the  penfive  lover's  plaints^ 

To  you  they  fole  complain. 
Oft  by  the  wafteful  taper's  light 
I  lonely  pafs  the  gloomy  night 

And  figh  in  am'rous  pain  : 

Or  widely  wand'ring  in  the  fields, 
While  love  to  contemplation  yields, 

Enraptur'd  with  delight  j 
I  view  with  philofophic  eye, 
The  finning  orbs  that  deck  the  fky, 

Charm'd  with  the  glorious  fight. 

Oft  too,   where  lie  the  filent  dead, 
My  folitary  footfteps  tread 

With  pleafing  horror  fraught  ; 
Lift'ning  I  hear  the  .paffing  bell, 
Toll  the  fad,  folemn,   midnight  knell 

Of  time, — while  deep  in  thought, 

On  providence  I  meditate, 
On  death,  futurity  and  fate, 

By  penfive  fancy  led  ; 
'Till  morning,  with  refulgent  light, 
Difpels  the  dark'ning  fhades  of  night, 

And  all  the  gloom  is  fled.  J.  W, 

End  of  the  Odes. 


O       N       G       S. 


SONG     to     M  I  R  A. 

To  the  tune  of  Iphigenia. 

THe  ftream  cafcadlrig  down  the 
Invites  the  weai  led  fwain  to 
Where  faireft  rofes  bloom  ; 
Where  gaVeft  flowers  paint  the  fcene, 
And  nature  cloath'd  in  mantle  green 
Emits  a  fweet  perfume. 

At  noon  when  Phoebus'  darting  beam, 
Embrowns  the  (hade  and  cheers  the  iiresira, 

O  thither  let  me  ftray  ! 
Reclin'd  the  bow'ry  trees  among, 
I  hail  the  mufes  with  a  fong, 

And  chaunt  my  ruftic  lay* 

Should  lovely  Mira  hither  rove, 

To  breathe  the  zephyrs  of  the  grove, 

And  wanton  on  the  grafs  ; 
I'd  quit  my  pipe  to  clafp  my  fair, 
And  foftly  whifper  in  her  ear, 

**  Let  not  occafion  pafs." 


Then 


288  SONGS. 

Then  haftt  dear  Mira,  hcav'nly  fair, 
Kind  nature's  pride,   and  beauty's  care, 

Sole  nnflrefs  of  my  heart  ! 
*Tis  you  alone  can  give  delight, 
I'm  happy  only  in  your  light, 

Moft  wretched  when  apart  ! 


A       HUNTING       SONG. 


H 


—  —  . —  —    •oocat  indent  I  clamore  cithoKron 
Tctgctique  canes, 

ARK  the  notes  of  the  horn 

Ufher  in  the  clear  morn, 
Come  roufe  brother  fportfman,— -away  ! 
From  your  flumbers  awake, 
Hafte, — your  beds  all  forfuke, 
And  hail  with  a  fong  the  new  day. 

Our  fteeds  are  in  trim, 

Sound  and  ftaunch  wind  and  limb, 
And  neigh  to  be  led  to  the  race  : 

"With  a  heart-cheering  glafs 

Our .  fpirits  refrefh, 
Then  hark  to  the  echoing  chafe  ! 

Hear  the  woods  all  around 

With  our  mufic  refound, 
And  four  hours  by  the  neighb'ring  clocks, 

Bid  us  hie  into  cover, 

Beat  the  brake  to  difcover 
The  haunts  of  fly  Reynard  the  fox. 

Lo  !   detected  he  flies 

From  his  earth  in  furprife, 
O'er  the  woodlands  he  fccurs  amain  ; 

But  the  hounds  quickly  view  him, 

As  quickly  purfue  him, 
Aad  join  in  full  cry  o'er  t]ie  plain.  Over 


SONGS.  289 


Over  river  and  lake 

And  thro'  thicket  and  brake, 

O'er  quickfets  and  fences  fhe  flies  j 
'Till  reeking  with  wounds 
From  our  ftaunch-metled  hounds, 

"  The  traitor  is  feiz'd  on  and  dies." 


SONG  for  the    LADIES. 
TunCy  Banks  cj  the  Dee. 

SOFT  love  ftill  beguiling,  when  Damon  is  by  me, 
I  feel  ev'ry  tranfport  that  love  can  impart  ; 
I'm  happy  when  with  him,   and  when  he  is  nigh  me, 
All  forrows  fubfkle  in  my  fond  doating  heart: 

But  now  he's  gone  from    me,   my  breaft  ftels  keen 

[anguiih, 

I  greive  and  I  iigh  and  I  tenderly  languifh  ; 
No  maid  quite  forfaken  more  ardently  can  wiih 
Than  I  for  my  Damon,  the  joy  of  the  plain. 

Forlorn  when  he's  abfent,  I  mournfully  wander, 
To  eafe  my  fond  bofom,   diftracted  with  care  •, 
I  trace  ev'ry  grove,   and  each  purling  meander, 
I  feek  for  my  Twain,—  but  alas,  he's  not  there  ! 

Perhaps,  now  forfakjcn,  to  pleafures  reforting, 
Unmindful  of  vows,  and  ingratefully  fporting; 
Each  nymph  and  each  maiden  by  turns  fondly  courting, 
Forgetting  his  Mira,   the  pride  of  the  plain. 

Unfteady  as  fortune,   inconftant  as  billows, 
While  Mira  forfaken,  is  left  here  to  moan  ;--- 
Where  wanders  the  braveft,   the  fweeteft  of  fellows, 
Can  Damon  his  Mira  leave  ilghing  alone  ? 

Return  deareft  youth,  my  arms  lLall  receive  thec, 
This  heart  and  this  tongue,  they  fliall  never  deceive  thee, 
Renew  thy  fond  vow?,  ftill  I'll  fondly  believe  thee, 
Thou  fweeteftof  all  the  gay  youths  of  the  plain. 


SONGS. 


S  O  N  G  to  Mifs  POLLY  K—  R--L--Y. 
Tune,  Rojlin  Cajllt. 

NO  longer  I'll  rove  fince  fair  Polly  Pve  fcen, 
For  fhe  of  all  beauties,  is  furely  the  queen, 
Such  charms  e'en  a  faint,   may  with  rapture  admire, 
And  an  anchorite  yiew  with  a  youthful  dcfire  ( 

Then  ye  maidens,  no  longer  fay  Colin's  untrue, 
He'll  be  faithful  to  Polly,  tho'  faithlefs  to  you  : 
Your  charms  foon  will  fade,   but  in  Polly  he'll  find 
Frefh,  lovely,  gay  beauties  ftill  bloom  in  her  mind. 

J.  w. 


End  of  tie  SoNGS. 


FABLES. 

ADDRESSED    TO    THE  AUTHOR, 

;$Y   J— -*  W-- — ™,  ESQUIRE. 


The  Two  PEACOCKS. 

HOW  oft,   dear  Jack,   we  others  blame 
For  faults,  when  guilty  of  the  fame  ! 
But  fo  it  is,   my  friend,   with  man, 
See  his  own  faylts  he  never  can  ; 
But  quickly  with  difcerning  eyes, 
His  neighbour's  imperfection  fpies. 
The  beau  oft  blames  his  tawdry  brother, 
And  coquettes  laugh  at  one  another  : 
Delia  Chloe  can't  abide, 
Yet  blames  her  own  in  Delia's  pride. 
But  to  illuftrate  and  make  clear 
What  I  advance,  this  Fable  hear. 
Two  peacocks  as  they're  wont  to  be, 
Elate  with  pride  and  vanity, 

Were 


29*  FABLES. 

Were  ftrutting  in  a  farmer's  yard, 
Viewing  with  envious  regard 
Each  other's  drefs,   replete  with  fpleen, 
As  fops  at  balls  are  often  feen.  — 
At  length  his  plumage  to  the  fun 
Wide-fpreading,   one  of  them  begun  ; 
<£    God  blefs  me  friend,  you're  very  fine  ! 
Your  feathers  almoft  equal  mine  ; 
But  then,  your  legs  !   I  vow  and  fwear, 
Your  legs  are  not  the  thing,   my  dear  : 
Your  voice  too,   poh  !   it  is  fo  fqualling  [ 
Pray  friend,   correct  that  hideous  hauling." 
To  which  the  other  thus  replies, 
(C  Remove  the  mote  from  out  your  eyes, 
View  your  own  legs,    then  fay  if  thine, 
Proud  thing,   can  be  compar'd  to  mine  ? 
Your  voice  !    but  fee  the  farmer  there, 
Let  him  be  judge  in  this  affair." 
The  farmer,   laughing  at  their  pride, 
Proceeds,   the  matter  to  decide. 
(t  No  difference  in  your  legs  I  lee, 
Your  voices  found  alike  to  me." 

Thus  fpoke  the  fwain,—  the  peacocks  cry 
"   A  filly  judge!"  and  off  they  fly. 


FABLE       II. 
JOVE   and   the  FARMER. 

\\  7HY  fhould  our  lives  in  care  be  fpent, 

*  V      "When  happinefs  is  but  content  ? 
If  poor  and  humble  is  your  ftate, 
Or  if  you  ill  me  amongft  the  great  ; 
Still  fmile,   contented  with  thy  lot, 
And  blefs  thy  palace  or  thy  cot  : 
Let  virtue  govern  all  thy  deeds 
From  virtue  true  content  proceeds.  ; 


FABLES, 


•2*3 


A  farmer  once  there  liv'd,  pofTeft 
Of  all  that  fhould  have  made  him  blefh 
A  ftirring  wife, — and  wond'rous  fair — 
Two  fmiling  boys — a  thoufand  clear  ; — 
And  yet,   to  all  his  riches  blind, 
Still  care  lay  rankl'ing  on  his  mind, 
However  ftrange  to  tell,   'tis  fo — 
Our  farmer  longs  to  ftrut  a  beau. 
Like  fweet  fir  Sprightly  Fop  would  move  ; 
And  thus  prefers  his  prayer  to  Jove — 
<c  O  fovereign  emperor  of  the  ikies ! 
Who  oft  has  heard  my  fecret  %hs, 
On  me  thy  powers  vouchfafe  to  fhow, 
And  turn  thy  farmer  to  a  beau." 
He  pray'd — Jove  heard — the  thing  is  done — 
Behold  the  wond'rous  change  begun. 
His  hat,  a  broad  brim'd  flouch  no  more, 
Contracts  and  fiercely  cocks  before  ; 
Then  for  his  Jank,  crop'd,  auburn  hair, 
A  club  with  powder'd  curls  appear. 
Transform'd  at  once  from  top  to  toe, 
The  farmer  Units  a  perfect  beau. 
The  cane  now  dangles  from  his  wrift, 
He  f wears,   drinks3  whores,  and  plays  at  whin:  j 
Delights  with  giddy  belles  to  fit, 
And  laughs  at  all  they  fay  for  wit : 
Thus  idly  fpends  each  idle  day, 
And  lies  and  flatters  time  away. 
At  length  dull  repetition  cloys, 
And  cllfcontent  his  peace  deftroys  ; 
He  feels  the  cares  he  felt  before, 
And  thus  addrefies  Jove  once  more. 
"  Hear,  mighty  king,  thy  feippliant's  voice, 
And,  oh!  indulge  one  other  choice  ! 
The  merchant  furtly  muft  be  bleft  j 
No  cares  difturb  his  happy  breaft. 
His  {hips,  deep-preft  with  riches,   fail, 
And  wealth  pours  in  with  ev'ry  ^ale : 

OK 


294  FABLE     S. 

Oh  hear,  and  grant  me  this  requeft, 
Oh  let  me  be  !''—  He  ftands  confeft 
A  merchant  now  with  bufy  face, 
Stripped  of  his  jaunty  air  and  grace. 
The  belles  employ  his  thoughts  no  more  j 
He  freights  his  fhip,  and  tends  his  (tore. 
All  for  a  time  glides  fmooth  and  even — 
The  merchant  thrives  and  blefles  Heav'n : 
But  all  in  vain,  mark  the  event — 
Store,  fhips,   nor  riches  give  content  : 
He  fmiles  'tis  true ;  but  ftill  a  figh 
Steals  from  his  breaft;   nor  knows  he  why, 
At  length  exclaims— -fur e  I'm  poffeft 
Of  ev'ry  thing  can  make  me  bleft  ; 
Then  tell  me,  Jove,  ah  tell  me  why 
Breaks  forth  th'  involuntary  ilgh  ? 
My  foul  ftill  longs  for  fomething  more, 
That  fomething  ne'er  pofTeft  before, 
Pleaiure— no  pleaiure  I've  enjoy'd  ; 
"Wine,  cards  and  women  quickly  cloy'd. 
"Wealth  pours  down  in  a  golden  fhower 
In  vain- — true  blifs  confifts  in  power  : 
Oh  !  then  benignant  Jove  look  clown, 
And  blefs  thy  fervant  with  a  crown. 

Deluded  wretch  !   great  Jove  replies, 
There's  no  true  blifs  beneath  the  ikies, 
For  happinefs  you  fearch  in  vain  ; 
Kings,  mendicants  alike  complain. 
In  virtue  let  your  days  be  fpent, 
And  to  be  happy,   be  content. 
Life's  but  a  trial — be  reiign'd— 
In  Heav'n  alone  true  blifs  you  11  fmd» 

Philadelphia ', 


cf  tie  FABLED 


EPISTLES. 


E     P     I     S     T     L     E      i. 


To  Mr.  PETER  MARKOE,  on  his  excellent  TRACED! 
called   the  PATRIOT  CHIEF. 

THE  tragic  mufe,  in  majefty  fublime 
Long  held  her  reign  in  Britain's  polifh'd  clime  j 
Pleas'd  to  adorn  that  confecrated  earth, 
"Which  gave  her  fav'rite  bard,  her  Shakefpear  birth. 
But  now  fince  peace,  with  olive  branch  in  hand, 
Hath  crown'd  with  empire  this  Hefperian  land  : 
Hither  like  emigrants  the  irmfes  come, 
And  hail  Columbia,  their  adopted  home. 
Melpomene  the  diftant  flight  approves, 
And  yields  her  buikin  to  the  bard  fhe  loves. 
As  Horace  boldly  claim'd  the  ivy  creft 
For  Grecian  odes,  in  Roman  lyrics  dreil ; 
Be  yours  the  bays,   who  nobly  have  eflay'd 
To  naturalize  the  bafhful  tragic  maid  : 
From  Britifh  fcenes  the  mufe  to  difengage, 
And  train  her  fteps  on  a  Columbian  ftage. 
Who  fees  thy  PATRIOT  CHIEF,   but  muft  admire 
The  work  of  fancy  and  the  poet's  fire, 
When  mad  Otanes,   with  a  villain's  foul 
for  Dorus  the  enveno;n'd  bowla 

U  u  When 


296  EPISTLES. 

When  poor  Ifmene  craz'd  with  am  rous  woe, 
Refcues  Arafpes  from  the  threaten'*!  blow  : 
The  different  paffions  feek  a  kind  relief,  ' 
We  (hake  with  horror,  and  we  melt  with  grief. 
Since  peace  with  all  her  Heav'n-defcended  train, 
Glads  the  lone  cot,  and  fmiles  upon  the  plain  j 
Bids  plenty  fpring,   and  ruin'd  cities  rife4, 
Their  fpires  glitt'ring  in  the  azure  Ikies  ; 
Drives  defolation  from  our  waited  foil, 
(Too  long  the  fcene  of  military  fpoil  !  ) 
Bids  culture  guide  the  long-neglected  plow, 
And  commerce  in  its  wonted  tract  to  flow; 
"  With  lofty  rapture,  re-inflam'd,  infufe 
"    Heroic  thoughts,   and  wake  the  bufkin'd  mufe. 
Thofe  numerous  worthies,  who  for  freedom  bled, 
Demand  thy  mufe  to  raife  them  from  the  dead  j 
No  more  in  filence  let  their  merits  lie, 
But  fnatch  the  lyre,  and  found  them  to  the  iky. 
See,  the  wide  fields,  Columbia's  realms  difplay, 
Where  fcenes  of  {laughter  claim  the  tragic  lay  [ 
Where  late  the  cannon,  with  terrific  roar, 
Obfcur'd  the  day  and  darken'd  all  the  ihore:— 
Thefe  be  thy  themes  :  —  No  more  let  genius  roam, 
For  fcenes  of  fiction,  fcenes  remote  from  homej 
Here  fix  the  tragic  mufe,  and  teach  the  maids, 
To  confecrate  Columbia's  tuneful  ihades. 


EPISTLE       2. 

To   Mr.  PHILIP   FRENEAU,  on  his  Volume  of  excel 
lent  POEMS,  printed  by  Mr.  BAILEY. 

"  Difficile  ejl  fatiram  non  f  crib  ere  "      Juv. 

r  Jf'^HO'  I  know  not  your  perfon,  I  well  know  your 

[merit* 
Ycur  fatires  admire—your  mufe  of  true  fpirit  5 

Who 


EPISTLES.  297 

Who  reads  them  irmft  fmile  at  poetical  ftory, 
Except  the  k  —  g's  printer,  or  fome  fuch  like  tory  ; 
Sir  William,  fir  Harry,  and  would-be  fir  John, 
Corawallis,  the  Devil,  thofe  bucks  of  the  ton  ; 
Black  .Dunmore  and  Wallace  with  fun-fetting-nofe, 
Who  fleals  hogs  and  ftieep,  fecure—  ~  under  the  Rofe-f. 
But  a  fig  for  the  anger  of  fuch  petty  rogues, 
To  the  devil  we  pitch  them  without  ilioes  or  brogues  ! 
Pythag'ras*  choice  fcheme  ray  belief  now  controuls, 
I  fign  to  his  creed  —  tranfmigration  of  fouls  ; 
Euphorbas's  lliield  he  no  doubt  did  employ, 
And  bravely  let  blood  on  the  plains  of  old  Troy  : 
The  fouls  of  great  Marlb'ro'  and  warlike  Eugene 
Gonfpicuous  in  Washington's  glory  are  feen  : 
Sane  Plato  beams  wifdom  from  Franklin's  rich  brain. 

O  ' 

And  iky-taught  fir  Ifaac  *  is  feen  here  again. 
But  Hugh  when  he  migrates  may  daily  be  found 
Cracking  bones  in  a  kitchen  in  form  of  a  hound  ; 
When  his  compeer  fliall  die  —  while  no  chriftian  fliali 

[weep  him, 

Old  Pluto,  bdow,  for  a  devil  will  keep  him  ; 
Unlefs  he's  fent  up  on  fome  hafty  difpatch, 
The  whigs  to  abuie,   and  more  falfhoods  to  hatch. 
Thofe  red-jerkin'd  fops,   whom  your  mufe  I've  heard 


From  Hounflow's  bold  heroes  fucceffively  fpring  ; 
From  Tyburn  they  tjumble  as  fupple  as  panders, 
Thenmigrate  ftraightway  into  knights  and  commanders, 
But  you,  worthy  poet,   whofe  foul  -cutting  pen 
In  gall  paints  the  crimes  of  all  tiine-ferving  men, 
The  fiend'  of  corruption,   the  wretch  of  an  hour, 
The  (lar-garter'J  villain,   the  fcoundrel  in  pow'r  ; 
From  fouls  far  unlike  may  announce  your  afcenfion, 
The  patriot  ail-worthy,   above  bribe  or  peniion, 
The  martyr  who  fuffer'd  for  liberty's  fake 
Grim  dungeons,   more  horrid  than  hell's  bitter  lake  : 

Your 

'•f  He  commanvkd  the  Rofe  Hoop. 

*  DaviJ  Ritteahoufe,   Efo.   the*  ingenious  inventor  of  the  celebrated  per 
pendicular  Oirery. 


298  EPISTLES. 

Your  name  to  bright  honor,  the  fpirits  ihall  life, 
That  glow'd  in  the  bofoms  of  Churchill  and  Swift. 

Anci  when  yon  are  number'd,   alas  !  with  the  dead, 
Your  works  by  true  wits  will  forever  be  read, 
Who,   pointing  the  finger,    fhall  penfively  £hew 
The  lines  that  were  written,   alas  !  by  Freneau. 

Philadelphia,  June  8,    1786. 

End  of  tie  Epifiles. 


D    I    S    T    I    G    H    S. 

Characters  drawn  from  real  life. 


Mifs    SALLY     C -N. 

Sure  few efiveet  poiver  my  pen  to  verfe  excites  ; 
Believe,  ye  fair  ones,  what  tie  poet  'writes. 

MAJESTIC  as  Junoy   than  Pallas  more  wife, 

Her  words  point  with  fharpnefs  the  darts  from  her  eyes. 


Mifs     POLLY     E--LE,   fince  married  and  dead. 

.  Necejffityt  too  great  for  Gods  themfeh-es 

Is  weaker  than  her  charms. 

GOOD  nature  adorns  her  unruffled,  fair  brow, 
And  Venus  of  charms,  has  no  more  to  beftow. 

Mifs 


D  1  S  T  I  C  H  S.  299 

Mifs  HENRIETTTA   N-CH-LS,  ftnce  married. 

Utinarn  mcdo  dicer  e  pojfem^ 
Carmina  digna  dea,  certe  eft  de.a   Carmina  dignq* 

SHOULD  Venus  and  Helen  together  combine, 
Thev'd  own,   my  dear  Harriet,   the  laurel  was  thine. 


Mrs.    L  A  T  I  L  L  A   C--RM--CH--L,  ftnce  dead. 

'The  garments  of  her  widowhood  laid  by. 
She  now  appears  as  glorious  as  the  fpring. 

SUCH  beauties  embellifh  her  perfon  and  mind, 
•'Tis  plain  fhe  was  born  to  enflave  all  mankind. 


Mifs    POLLY   N— r-L  L,  fmce  married. 

Je  veux  finir  mes  jours  dans  T amour  de  Maria. 

NATURE  yet  uninform'd  by  art's  difguife, 
Sports  on  her  jips,   and  fparkles  in  her  eyes. 


Mifs     POLLY     C Y  T  -  N. 

The  well-tun'' d  accents  of  her  tuneful  tongue 
Make  fiveeteft  mufic,   and  with  heavnly  founds 
A  [fault  the  hearing  ;  fuch  as  if  Ulyjfes 
Now  livd  again,  howe'er  heffood  the  fyrells, 
Could  not  refijl. 

SO  fweet  is  her  voice,   fo  enchanting  her  {trains, 
UlyfTes  himfelf  would  have  burft  from  his  chains. 


Mifs  ANNA   MARIA    TH-P-N. 

Tecum  vivere  amemy  tecum  obeam  libens. 

POSSESSING  each  charm  that  adorns  her  fair  fex, 
She  always  is  plealing  and  knows  not  to  vex. 


300  DISTICH  S. 

Mifs    SALLY    F-TZS-M--S. 

The  powerful  aids  of  worldly  Jlorc, 
Are  but  mere  ornaments  to  give  her  lu(lrty 
That  in  kerfelf  is  all  perfection. 

"  SOFT  as  the  lilly  or  the  Sharon  rofe, 
More  lafting  fair  and  full  as  fweet  as  thofe. 


Mifs   ANNA     D N  S,  fince  married. 

All  the  rich  floivers  tiro*  fair  Arcadia  found, 
Amaz'd  •we  fee  in  this  one  garland  bound. 

THE  treafures  of  Flora  that  bloom  on  the  green, 
.United  with  fweetnefs  in  Anna  are  feen. 


Mifs  POLLY       S  -  W  -  L,  fince  married. 

Tbymo  mihi  dulcior  hybla, 
Candidior  cygnisy  bedcra  formofior  alba. 

THO'  Polly  to  earth  for  a  mortal  was  given, 

Her  beauties  proclaim  her  defcended  from  Heaven. 


Mrs.   RACHEL   CH-TH-M,  fince  married  and  dead. 
Vincit  amor  patrice. 

SUCH  patriot  zeal  warms  the  breaft  of  my  fair, 
You'd  fw ear  that  old  Pitt  from  the  grave  governed  there. 


Mifs    ANNE    LL— D. 

A  feaft  of  choice  regales  complea't  and  rarcy 
Pick'd  are  the  dainties,  delicate  the  fare. 

'WHEN  fancy  with  ev'ry  frail  beauty  is  cloyM, 
'Twill  dill  and  new  beauties  in  beauteous  Mifs  LI — d, 


Mifs 


D  I  S  T  I  C  H  S. 


301 


Mifs  NANCY    T-GH-N,   fines  married. 
Down  to  the  mountains  from  imperial  Jove , 
Came  Jtinoy    P  alias  ^   and  the  Hj>iieen  of  Love, 
To  plead  for  that  which  was  fo  jitftly  given 
To  the  bright  T-gh-n  of 'the  courts  of  Heaven. 

WHEN  Paris  decided  the  conteft  divine, 

Had  I  then  been  Paris,  the  prize  had  been  thine. 

N.   B.    The  above  ladies  were    all  natives  and  inhabi 
tants  of  the  eafternJJjore  of  Maryland. 


END  OF   THE  DISTICH  S, 


EPIGRAMS. 


On  the  AUTHOR  of  a  COPY  of  VERSES  appearing  in 
the  Gazette,  entitled,  LIBERTY,  a  POEM, — begin 
ning, — ct  Amax'dy  aftonijtfd,  what — Neiv-Torkers  jlee  ! 

WHAT  dread  phenomenon  is  this  I  fee  ? 

An  afs  turn'd  poet,   bray  forth  liberty  ! 

'Tis  ftrange  indeed,   'tis  wond'rous  ftrange  to  fight, 

Balaam's  fpoke,   but  here's  an  afs  can  write. 


On  my  late  Sicknefs. 

THIS  ficknefs  plays  moft  plagued  pranks^ 
Delights  to  leflen  people's  flianks  § 
But  yet  it  is  fome  recompence, 
The  lefs   of  CALF,  the  more  of  SENSE. 


On  a  Lady  of  Pleafure,  'who  ivas  burnt  to  death. 

SURE  Molly's  fate  is  much  to  be  atlmir'J, 
"Who  liv'd  by  flames,   and  yet  by  flames  expir'd! 


*  I*  I  G  R  A  M  S. 
#«  feeing  Mrs.  Flint  weep  at  the  death  of  Mifi  N.  M. 

THE  poets  once,  could  as  they  pleaft, 

Draw  faney'd  tears  from  out  of  trees  : 

At  Celia's  death,  'tis  true  I  fwear, 

I  faw  a  Flint  e'en  drop  a  tear.  J.  W* 


On  the  proceedings >    in  refpecJ  to  the  Soft  on  Port 

THE  committee  met,  and  afTembled  in  ftate, 
With  refolves  and  nem  contra  s  beware  ye  : 

What  is  all  the  difpute  and  loquacious  debate, 
But  a  vox  and  a  nihil  pretaria  ? 


On  a  jolly  Toper,   ivho  refolded  to  drink  no  rhore 


y  in  hopes  to  grow  no  fatter, 
Declares  he'll  nothing  drink^   but  water  : 
Then  in  this  explanation  pops, 
Tis  water  mix'd  with  malt  and  hops. 


Epigram  of  Michael  Harflop,   of  Berlin* 

In  Cyatbo  wini  pleno  cum  Wiufca  periret> 
Sic  at  (Znetus  fponte perire  ve/tm  ! 

WHEN  in  a  cup  of  wine  was  drown'd — a  fly, 
Thus,  {aid  Enetus,  would  I  with  to  die.  J.  P. 


To  Mifs ,   of  Tolbcrt  County,   Maryland. 

XOMER  and  Virgil  both  I  do  defy 

To  prove  that  Cyprus  is  the  favorM  earth, 
J.  x 


304  ;E  P  I  G  R  A  M  S, 

Beneath  wLofe  myrtles  Venus  deigns  to  lye, 

And  round  difpenfe  the  joys  of  love  and  mirth. 

No  !    Tolberi  is  the  place  \vhere  Venus  roves,. 

Tho*  Hie,    to  live  eonceal'd,   has  chang'd  her  name  5 

In  Nancy's  bofom  oft  I've  feen  the  Doves^ 
"Which  none  but  Venus  ever  dar'd  to  claim. 


The,  Modern  Couple  in  Lew  Life. 

YOUNG   Sufan,   one  morning  whiUl  Roger  was 

[mauling, 
Alarm'd    the   whole  town,  with,  her  fcoldina  and 

[bawling  ; 

The  rafcal,  at  laft,  to  appeafe  his  meek  wife, 
Cries,  Sufan  come  bufs  me,   and  end  all  this  ftrife. 
Begone  you* dull  bead,   the  gipfey  retorted, 
I'm  in  no  mood  now  to  be  bnfs'd  or  be  courted. 
My  deareft,   fays  Roger,  forbear  to  upbraid  me, 
For  if  I'm  n  be  a  ft,   a  bead  you  have  made  me  : 
And  nor/  I  ihink  on  it,   your  fortune  I'll  tell, 
For  that  Sufan  wears  Lornsy  I  can  prove  it  by  NelL 

T.  P~»r. 


fpitaph  on  a  Man  of  Pleafurs. 

FULL  fix  feet  deep,  upon  his  back, 
Forage  for  worms,  reits  boneft  Jark, 
"Who  liv'd  and  dy'cl  on  good  arrack. 


Epitaph  on  a  Beau. 

HERE,  reader,  lies  the  laft  remains 
Of  a  beau's  head  and  afTes  brains  5 


G  R  A  M  S.  30$ 


A  wit's  fenfe,  an  oftrich's  feather, 

Ail  lie  depoiitcd  together* 

All  !   gentle  reader,   if  you're  wife, 

Thofe  facred  relicts  don't  dsfpife  ! 

For  he  who  is  not  fond  of  thefe, 

Will  prude,  gay  belle,  nor  coquette  pleafe, 


Billet  from  Major  M.  Ryan  to  Lieut.  Col.  J. 

MY  dear  worthy  friend, 

I  recjueft  you  would  fend 
Asv  a  prefe'nt  to  Michael,  your  gorgcot% 

Your  fword  I  would  chufe, 

But  that  you'U  refufe, 
Having  fent  for  repair  to  the  forge  it. 

Your  lac'd  waiftcbat  that's  white, 

If  you  are  polite, 
Likewife  a  pair  of  your  fine  hofe  ; 

Your  ring  and  all  that, 

With  Redman's  *  lac'd  hat, 
And  then  make  a  bill  of  what  Ryan  owes*» 

*  A  Cgptfciri  in  Patton's  'regiment. 


On  hearing  "Dr.  J.  Harrifon///^. 

very  damn'd  would  ftop  their  ears 
Againft  fo  harfh  a  voice  ; 
And  this' would  rather  be  their  prayers, 
This  rather  be  their  choice  : 

In  hell  eternally  to  bear, 

The  fcorpion's  whip  and  fling, 
Than  for  a  iingle  moment  hear 

So  bafc  a'feliow  iing.  >  J.  W. 


R    E    B    U    S    S    E    S. 
y8%^$%&&s%^ 

REBUS      i. 

On  a   Lady. 

THREE  parts  of  the  title  beneath  which  I  writCj 
With  the  name  of  a  city  in  Araby  fite, — 
Renown'd  for  the  birth  of  a  prophet  of  fame, 
Omit  the  firft  letter,  will  give  her  firft  name. 
Then,  next  add  a  furnamc,  by  Mynheers  rever'd, 
By  Monfteurs  refpcfted,  by  Britons  much  fear'd  i 
To  an  innocent  game  much  belov'd  by  tjie  fair, 
Add  the  firft  of  the  goddefs  of  pleafure  with  care : 
Then  fay  what  a  thing  is  that's  clofe  to  your  fide,    ^ 
Thefe,   all  in  conjunction  will  give  you  die  pride     £ 
Of  nature,  the  fair,  whom  J  wifti  was  my  bride.     J 


by  Major  William  Pcpham. 

THE  title's  a  rebus  beneath  which  you  wrote, 
And  Mecca  gavt  birth  to  Mabamet  of  note  ; 
Now  from  rebus  take  usy  the  firft  letter  from  Mecca9 
It  plainly  difcovers  her  firft  name's  Rebecca. 

What 


R  E  B  U  S  S  E  S.  307 

What  furname  by  Dutchmen  than  Van  more  rever'd, 
By  Morjleurs  refpedtcd,   by  Britons  much  fear'cl  ? 
Next  leu  is  a  game  much  in  vogue  with  the  fair, 
And  the  firft  part  of   Venus  comes  in  for  a  fhare  : 
We  call  a  thing  nigh  that  is  clofe  to  our  fide, —        *\ 
Thefe  all  in  conjunction  will  give  you  the  pride         C 
Of  nature,  the  fair  whom  you  wifh  was  your  bride.  J 


REBUS        2. 
On  the  Toafl  of  the  Town. 

ONCE  more  in  Enigma's  I  venture  the  niufe, 
And  hope  the  fair  fubjecl:  will  plead  my  cxcufe  ; 
Where  wit  with  good  nature  and  beauty  unite, 
How  daring  the  bard  who  adventures  to  write  ! 
But  love,  the  fell  tyrant  who  knows  not  contvoul^ 
My  fenfes  o'ercomes  and  infpires  my  foul  : 
Thefe  reafons  premis'd  let  the  critics  refrain, 
And  read  without  cenfure  the  myftical  ftrain. 
The  name  of  a  virgin  moft  facred  and  fair, 
Will  a  part  of  the  name  of  my  charmer  declare^ 
TO  which  add  a  plant  of  Madeira's  produce, 
Belov'd  by  mankind  for  its  heart-cheering  juice  : 
Ador'dbygod  Bacchus  and  mortals  who  tipple, 
And  then  join  the  loft  of  thcjirft  participle. 

Her  eyes  mine  with  brightnefs  that  rival  the  fphercs, 
As  the  virgin  of  Bethrem  her  goodnefs  endears  : 
Her  beauty  excels  the  moft  fair  of  her  fex, 
Each  feature  by  Heaven  was  made  to  perplex  : 
With  Vtnus  or  Helen  Ihe'd  fuffer  the  teft, 
I  feel  the  conviction,  ye  gods,  in  my  breaft, 
As  the  juice  of  Madeira  her  charms  ever  hit, 
She  doubly  enflaves  us  with  beauty  and  wit. 


R  E  B  U  S 


3oS  R  E  B  U  S  S  E  S. 


A 


REBUS       3. 

On  a  Lad}  of  fuperlati*ue  beauty. 
"f  END  ev'ry  foldier  the  myftical  firain, 


The  fecrer  with  cafe  you  may  quickly  explain  j  ' 
Beiides, — this  inducement  may  giadden  your  ear, 
The  brave-man  will  ever  be  lov'd  by  the  fair. 

When  William  of  Orange  afcended  the  throne, 
His  fair  royal  confort  partook  of  his  crown  : 
Say  who  was  this  confort  recorded  by  fame  ? 
Her  mem'ry  will  give  you  my  charmer's  nrfl  name. 
Then  next,   add  a  thing  which  no  locks  can  oppofc, 
And  one  to  the  number,  this  riddle  will  clofe. 

No  force  can  withfhind  the  repulfc  of  her  charms, 
To  fee  her,  e'en  Heffians  would  ground  all  their  arms; 
View  her  fhape*  her  complexion,  and  dear  brilliant  eyes, 
You'd  fwear  'twas  an  angel  difpatch'd  from  the  ikies : 
So  lovely  her  perfon,   fo  foft  her  attire., 
We  gaze  on  with  rapture,   and  hopelefs"  admire. 


Atdkvtr* 

TO. find  out  your  Rebus  we  need  not  long  tarry, 
For  William's  great  Queen,  we  all  know  was 

[Mary  ; 

The  next  is  fo  plain,   evVy  mortal  mufl  fee, 
For  what  lock  can  oppofe  whan  you've  found  the  right 

[key  I 
Add  one  to  the  number, — and  then,  if  you  pleafe, 

Say  who  is  fo  lovely  as  fair  Polly  K s  ? 

March  11,    1777. 


REBUS     4.       On  another  Lady. 


mufes  to  Pallas  long  fince  feem'd  to  yield, 
And  Cupid  to  Mars  hath  abandon'd  the  field 


REBUSSES.  309 

Yet  {till  the  fair  mourners   I  court  to  my  arms, 
In  fpite  of  the  trumpet  or  cannon's  alarms  : 
To  {ing  the  dear  charmer  in  myftical  {train, 
O  !   aid  me,  ye  •virgins,   nor  let  me  complain. 

To  a  poet  well  known  for  his  fables  and  fongs, 
Add  the/r/?  of  a  ftate  which  to  Gallia  belongs  ; 
Once  pregnant  with  heroes, — the  mufe  I've  heard  fing, 
To  France  gave  a  Duke,   and  to  Britain  a  King. 
Then  join  an  apoflle,   the  third  out  o£jbur, 
And  take  from  his  name  the  loft  vowel,  not  more  : 
In  fine  add  thofe  places  where  lawyers  refidc, 
Or  travellers  benighted  are  wont  to  abide. 

Thefe  fecrets,  when  known,  will  a  fair-one  reveal, 
For  whom  ev'ry  tender  fenfation  I  feel  ; 
"Who  claims  each  perfection  that  brightens  the  mind 
With  juftice  and  prudence  to  frown  or  be  kind, 
Whofe  fenfe,  wit  and  judgment  can  ever  approve: 
The  merits  cf  him  who  afpires  th  lov«. 

December  12,    1785.      ' 


REBUS     5.        On  an  amiable  Young  LaJy. 

PURE  love  is  a  paflicn  by  TIeav'n  defigu'd 
To  fmooth  our  rougji  nature  and  poliih  mankind  5- 
Its  influence  I  feel,   and  in  genius'  defpight, 
Invoke  the  fair  mufes,   and  venture  to  write  : 
Erato  forbids  me  to  publifh  my  flame, 
Tho'  veiPd  in  enigma,  111  tell  you  her  name. 

A  Queen,  once,  defccnded  from  Tudor's  fani'cl  race, 
Who  rul'd  a  great  nation,   tho'  now  in  difgrace  -, 
With  fleets  ihe  triumphantly  govcrn'd  the  mui  i5 
Defcroy'd  the  Armada,   and  humbled. proud  iSpaiu. 
Join  her  name  to  a  icor-.i  which  is  us'd  by  the  Gaui, 
To  exprefs  what  is  little,   neat,   pretty  or  fmali, 
Theft -eafy.de vices  will  quickly  impart, 

queen  *»£  my  withes,  the  joy  of  my  heart. 

My 


3i*  R  £  B  U  S  S  E  S. 

My  rebns  is  plain,  and  the  fair  may  be  knows; 
The  fair  whom  kind  fortune  may  yet  make  my  own, 
If  prayers  and  devotion  can  bend  her  to  love, 
My  prayers  and  devotion  her  pity  fhall  move. 
Too  tender  a  heart  to  delight  in  my  pain, 
Too  jn ft  in  her  nature  to  lot  me  complain  ; 
Such  fweetncfs  and  goodnefs  together  combin'd, 
So  beauteous  her  face  and  fo  bright  is  her  mind, 
"   Such  charms  e'en  a  faint  might  with  rapture  adminj, 
And  an  anchorite  view  with  a  youthful  deiire." 

Burlington,   October  31,    1777. 


R     E     B     U     S     6. 

On  a  Lady. 

girl  of  my  heart,  who  prefides  ofer  my  lays, 
Whofe  beauty  commands  my  poetical  praifc, 
Whofc  charms  none  behold,   but  with  rapttire  admires", 
While  ev'ry  foft  feature  love's  paflion  infpires  J 
Her  name  I'll  reveal,   tho'  in  myftical  drain, 
Attend  to  my  numbers,  each  amorous  fwa'm. 

The  female  whofe  virtues  each  patriot  muft  prize$, 
Who  fway'd  Britain's  fceptre  at  NaiTau's  demife, 
"Will  give  you  a  part  of  the  name  of  my  fair 
For  whom  I  now  figh  betwixt  hopes  and  defpair. 

Next  tell  me  the  thing  that  ftill  paints  to  the  pole, 
Then,   each  fair  conception  that  fprings  from  the  foul  $ 
Tho  name  of  a  monarch  whpjfc/&rVthe  wave, 
The  bird  of  Jllhierva,   fo  folemn  and  grave, 
The />•*-?/', cc'/vv ho  David  reprov'd  for  his  crimes, 
Will  folve  my  enigma  and  finiln  my  rhimes. 

'^hci^Jf-'e  t-Ail:  initials  will  tell  you  the  maid, 
To  whom  my  poetical  tribute  is  paid  ; 
Whofe  incrits  cl.iim  more  than  the  mules  can  give, 
Whole  praifs  in  my  verfcs  for  ever  Ihidl  live; 

Ths' 


REBUSSES. 

Tho'  beauty  may  fade  in  the  dark,  filent  tomb, 
Her  charms  in  my  fong  fhall  eternally  bloom. 

Augitft  1 6,    I778' 


REBUS       7. 

On  another  Young  Lady. 

THO'  oft  in  poetical  {trains  I've  eflay'd 
To  flatter,   to  praife  and  extol  each  fair  maid  5 
You'd  fwear  by  my  numbers,   fo  fmoothly  they  pafs, 
The  poet  himfelf  lov'd  each  beautiful  lafs  : 
But  truft  me,   ye  fhepherds,   'tii:  freely  confeft, 
That  all  I  have  hitherto  faid,  is  a  jcft. 
Tho'  vainly  I  boafted  from  love  an  exemption, 
At  laft  I  am  caught,   andean  find  no  redemption  : 
Then  liften,   ye  fwains,   while  I  truly  declare 
In  plain  hyerogliphics  —  the  name  of  my  fair, 

When  Harry  the  eight  in  Old  England  bore  fway, 
Six  wives  had  the  tyrant  his  will  to  obey  ; 
Yet  one  out  of  two  will  develope  quite  plain, 
What  I  call  the  dear  charmer  who  gives  my  heart  pain, 
Three  letters  next  add  from  a  country  I've  hit  on, 
Which  fends  its  Elector  to  govern  poor  Britain  ; 
Then  fay,  what  we  call  ev'ry  mafculine  heir  ! 
Thefc  fecrets  difcover'd,   my  rebus  declare. 

O  love,  thou  blind  archer,  thou  frolickfome  boy, 
Relieve  my  diflrefs,   or  confummate  my  joy  ! 
O  give  her  a  heart  warm  with  paffion,  like  mine, 
Then  Hymen  our  hands  (hall  eternally  join. 

Wilmington,   September  22  ,   17  7  3. 


Y  v 


312  R  E  B  U  S  S  E  S. 

\ 
REBUS       8. 

On  a  dlftingu  ijbed  Perfondge. 

FIRST  tell  me  the  monarch,  whofe  defpotic  fway, 
Would  force  his  loft  fubjecis  by  arms  to  obey  ; 
Say,  what's  to  be  done,  when  we  wifh  to  be  clean, 
With  linen  that's  foul  and  unfit  to  be  feen, 
Which  into  foap  liquid  and  water  we.  dip  ? 
To  thefe  add  the  la  ft  of  tkejfirft  particip'  : 
In  fine,— the  quintessence  of  French  a-la-mode, 
Will  fhew  you  the  hero,  high-favor'd  by  God. 

July  i,    1779- 


End  of  the  REBUSSES. 


MISCELLANIES. 


HYMN    on   the   BEAUTIES  of  CREATION. 

Addrffid  to   the   Rev.  William  Rogers,     late   Brigade 
Chaplain  in  the  Pfnnfylvania  Line  of  the  army. 

The  Heavens  declare  the  glory  of  God9   and  the  firmament 
his  handy  iuorL  PSALMS. 


THE  glorious  fun  of  luftre  bright, 
And  vivid  ftars  that  gild  the  night, 
As  thro'  the  azure  fpace  they  move, 
Remain  as  monuments  of  love. 
The  iilver  moon  that  rolls  ferene, 
And  cheers  the  awful  midnight  fccne, 
In  iilcnt  majefty  declares 
That  fhe  fuperior  wifdom  fhares. 
The  goodnefs  of  the  great  fupreme, 
Glides  in  the  mazy  gurgl'ing  ftream  ; 
While  rufliing  tides  impetuous  flow, 
And  all  their  diftant  movements  know. 
'Tis  God  that  blooms  in  blufhing  flowers, 
And  tinges  high  the  woodbine  bowers, 
Blows  in  the  fanning,  balmy  breeze, 
And  tovrcrs  in  lofty  Cai-mel's  trees.  In 


3M  MISCELLANIES. 

In  awful  glooms  where  horror  reigns, 
And  no  foft  view  the  eye  detains, 
God  bears  an  univerfal  fway, 
As  in  the  milder  beams  of  day  : 
No  place  fo  diftant  or  obfcure 
But  muft  his  piercing  glance  endure, 
No  folds  of  cleepeft,   darkefl  night, 
Can  e'er  exclude  the  Lord  of  light. 
The  gay  arrangement  that  prevails 
In  verdant  hills  and  fiow'ry  dales, 
All  richly  variegated, — green, 
Point  out  the  hand  that  form'd  the  fcenc  : 
Earth,   air  and  feas,   at  once  unite, 
And  gratitude  in  man  excite 
In  general  harmony  to  join. 
And  laud  the  work  of  power  divine* 

P   S   A  L  M  23,  paraphrafed. 
Addreffed  to  the  fame. 

THE  Lord  fupreme  does  condefcend 
My  paths  to  guard,  my  fteps  to  tend  ; 
The  heav'nly  fhepherd  guides  my  ways, 
And  crowns  with  joy  my  profp'rous  days. 

He  leads  me  to  the  verdant  meads, 
And  from  the  faireft  paftures  feeds  j 
Or  by  meand'ring  water's  fide, 
Were  penfive  murm'ring  riv'lets  glide. 

He  fhields  me  with  his  foft'ring  care, 
His  tender  love  I  hourly  fhare  ; 
While  thro'  the  pure  celeftial  road 
He  leads  me  to  the  bleft  abode. 

Whene'er 


MISCELLANIES.  315 

Whene'er  I  pafs  the  dreary  vale, 
And  death  does  ev'ry  power  alTail, 
To  God  for  aid  I  fuppliant  cry, 
Who  never  will  that  aid  deny. 

God  does  my  board  with  plenty  fpread, 
With  fragrant  oil  anoints  my  head  j 
With  gen'rous  wine  my  cup  o'crflows, 
In  preience  of  my  haughty  foes. 

His  guardian  care  he  will  extend 
?Till  life's  mort  pilgrimage  {hall  end, 
Then  in  his  courts  my  feet  {hall  ftay, 
Nor  from  his  holy  altars  ftray. 

&®4@4S*^^ 

PARODY    on  Mr.  POPE'S  ODE  to  SOLITUDE. 

HAPPY  the  boy,  whofe  wilh  and  care 
A  little  bread  and  butter  ferves  ; 
Content  at  meals  to  drink  fmall  bear, 
And  eat  preferves. 

Whofe  tops,   whofe  marbles  give  him  pleafure, 

Whofe  balls  afford  him  great  delight  5 
Whofe  pennies  {hine,   a  mighty  treafure 
To  charm  his  fight. 

Bleft  who  can  ev'ry  morning  find 

Some  idle  lads  with  whom  to  play  ; 
When  in  the  fields  he  hath  a  mind 

From  fchool  to  ftray. 

Nor  ferula  fears,  nor  birch  moft  dire. 

But  plays  all  day,   and  ileeps  all  night; 
Some  other  boy  for  cam  will  hire, 
His  tafk  to  write. 

Thus 


3i6  MISCELLANIES. 

Thus  let  me  live,  thus  life  enjoy, 
Until  to  manhood  I  arrive  ; 
And  thus,  like  me,  furc  ev'ry  boy 

To  live  will  ftrive.  J.   W. 

^^*H^*^ 

ELEGY 

On  the  Death  of  JOHN  DAVIS,  a  noted  CAKEMAN. 

AH,   woe  is  me  !  that  Johnny  e'er  (liould  die  ! 
Oh  fortune  1  juflly  art  thou  painted  blind  : 
Weep  all  ye  mufes,   eke  ye  children  cry  ; 
For  cakes,   like  Johnny's,  we  no  more  fliall  find. 

How  oft  his  voice,   enchaunting,   caught  mine  ear, 
Not  mine  alone,   but  all  the  youthful  throng, 
\Vhilft  round  his  bafket  plac'd,   we  ftood  to  hear 
The  merry  tale,  and  laugh-provoking  fong. 

-But  Johnny's  gone  —  his  dainty  cakes  no  more 
At  noon  or  eve  our  palates  mall  regale: 
Ah,  no  fweet  wag  !  tby  death  we  muft  deplore, 
Thy  ginger-nuts  and  butter-bunns  bewail. 

From  fuch  a  caufe,  who  could  expert  his  death  ? 
He  died  by  what  he  never  did  take  in  :  — 
'T  was  water  kili'd  him*—  water  ftopp'd  his  breath  — 
'Tis  wond'rous  ftrange—  for  all  his  drink  was  GIN. 

J.  w. 

*  Pie  died  of  a  dropfy. 


ELEGY 

On  the  DEATH  of  a  favorite  HousE-DoG. 


T 


O  death's  drear  realms  in  youthful  bloom, 
The  pride  of  all  the  cynic  train, 


MISCELLANIES.  317 

Knyphaufen  finks  without  a  tomb, 
And  freezes  on  the  wint'ry  plain. 

No  grave  receives  his  flighted  bones, 

No  earth  conceals  his  lowly  head  ; 
O'er  his  wan  corfe  no  freindly  groans 

Lament  the  watchful  guardian,  dead. 

On  the  cold  ground  his  lifelefs  clay, 

Dreams  not  of  joys  or  forrows  paft  ; 
Feels  not  the  torrid  beams  of  day, 

Nor  Ihrinks  beneath  the  wint'ry  blaft. 

With  watchful  care,   at  focial  home 

His  voice  deterr'd  the  plund'ring  band  , 

In  fafety  flept  the  peaceful  dome, 

Nor  fear'd  the  midnight  ruffian's  hand. 

Then  mourn  Knyphaufen**  early  fate, 

By  direful  madnefs  'twas  he  fell ! 
Tho'  fad  his  life,   tho'  fhort  his  date, 

His  name  fhall  live  at  *  ARUNDEL. 

ARUNDEL,    1780. 

*  The  name  of  the  Farm  where  the  above  was  written. 


VERSES, 

On  hearing  Major  W.  JACKSON'S  ORATION, 
July  4th,  wherein  he  pathetically  introduced  the 
EULOGITJM  on  Col.  LAURENS. 

THY  genius,  Jackfon,   let  the  brave  admire, 
Thy  patriot  ardour  and  thy  martial  lire, 
Which,  while  bafe  fear  fhook  each  unmanly  foul, 
Sought  with  unflacken'd  zeal  true  honor's  goal. 
Let  others  too  the 'orator  commend, 
My  feeling  muie  (hall  praife  the  fteady  friend  ; 
Thy  Laurcns  dy'd,   wept  by  the  few  he  lov'd, 
But  foon  the  dear  impreffion  was  remov'd, — 

'Till 


3i8  MISCELLANIES. 

'Till  waken'd  by  thy  foft  and  friendly  zeal, 
We  catch  th'  infection  and  arc  proud  to  feel 
That  fteady  friendfhip  charms  each  nobler  heart, 
And  nature  triumphs  ftill  o'er  feeble  art. 
While  the  big  tear  bedevv'd  thy  manly  face, 
And  gave  to  graceful  action  fweeter  grace  ; 
The  fpeaker's  praife  is  but  thy  fecond  boaft, 
For  in  the  friend  the  orator  was  loft. 

W-  P. 


The     BEAUTIES    of    HARROWGATE. 

Rura  mihi,  et  iik:ui  placant  in  Vesllibus  Amr.es, 

Flumina  amem  fylvafque  *  inglorius.  VJP.CJL. 

Me  may  'be  lately  •vales,  and  ivcodlandsplec;Jet 

And  winding  $r  earns  y  *nd pbihftybic  eeftt  WAR  TON. 

THY  waters,    Helicon  !   each  bard  hath  fung, 
Whence  the  gay  tuneful  train  fucceffive  fprung, 
Who  from  thy  fountain  drank  delicious  itreams, 
Pregnant  with  fancy  and  fublimeft  themes  ! 
Thofe  Homer,   Pindar,   with  fweet  Sappho  quafPd  ; 
And  mix'd  with  wine  Anacreon  fipp'd  and  laugh'd  1 

But  we  the  wonders  of  our  owa  relate, 
And  praife  the  ftreams  of  rural   Harrowgate, 
Their  min'ral  mixture  can  the  foul  infpire, 
To  foaring  odes,   or  to  the  tuneful  lyre, 
To  peniive  minds,,   a  foothing  med'cine  prove, 
Nay  !   blunt  the  pangs  of  unfuccefsful  love. 
Their  num'rous  virtues  pleaie  beyond  compare,    "] 
They  cure  the  iick,   add  beauty  to  the  fair, 
And  ruin'd  health  of  age  or  youth  repair.  J 

Let  Pyrrnont's  Well  (of  worth  long  lince  reveal'd 
By  ftrolling  quacks)  to  this  bleft  fountain  yield. 
Let  England,   Bath  or  Buxton's  charms  relate, 
We  Philadelpliians  praife  fweet  Harrowgate. 

Though 

*  The  author,  with  fubmiflion,  hss  vrntur^d  to  ma!ce  a  few  aJte; 
the  franflanon  of  the  motto— th?  word  irghriusy     king  in  no  ways  applicab  ie 
to  eke  company  and  amufements  at  Harrov  -e.e. 


MISCELLANIES.  319 


>ms.    J 


Though  Briftol,    Abingdon  and  all  combine, 

Still,  lovely  fpot,   the  eclat  fhall  be  thine  ! 

E'en  Spa,   no  more  fuperior  fame  afiumes, 

Virtue  or  worth  no  more  her  fpring  illumes 

Nor  freedom  fmiles,   or  genuine  beauty  blooms, 

Polluted  waters  Spa  can  only  boaft, 

Slaves,   rakes  and  tyrants,   and  the  painted  toaft; 

Thence  ev'ry  mark  of  real  worth  is  fled, 

And  wifdom  weeps,   vvhilft  reafon  droops  her  head. 

Hither  the  gen'rous  and  the  gay  repair,-— 

Sip  the  clear  wave,   and  breathe  falubrious  air  : 

The  free-— their  manly  fentiments  impart, 

And  beauty  charms  without  the  aid  of  art. 

Philadelphia,  Auguft  I,   1786.  W.    P, 


Hind  of  tie  MISCELLANIES. 


N.  B.  The  tranjlcitions  from  Bever'nlge,  and  the  mo 
dern  Latin  Odes  ivith  their  Tranjlations^  have^  through 
neceflityy  been  omitted — But  will  appear  hereafter  in  the 
Columbian  Magazine ',  or  feme  other  periodical  publication. 

Z  2 


VI  R  G  I  N  I  A 


PASTORAL  DRAMA, 


ON     THE      BIRTH- DAY 


OF     AN 


ILLUSTRIOUS    PERSONAGE 


AND    THE 


RETURN    of    PEACE, 

FEBRUART    nth,     1784. 


Quo  nihil  majus  miliufve  terris 
Fata  donavere,    bonique  divi 
Nee  dabunt,   quamins  redcant  in  aurum 
Tcmpora  prlfcum* 


PHILAD.ELPHIA: 

Printed  by  E  L  E  A  Z  E  R    O  S  W  A  L  D,   at  the 
COFFEE- HOUSE. 

MDCCI.  XXXVI. 


To  his  EXCELLENCY 

JOHN  DICKINSON,  Efq.   L.  L.  D.  Barrjftcr  at  Law, 

late  Captain-General  and  Governor 

of  the  Dehnyare  State, 

and 
Commonwealth  of  Pennfylvania,   &c.  &c.  &c. 

the  able  Politician, 

the  accomplifhed  Statefman, 

and  the  difinterefted  Patriot: 

This  fmall  DR AM ATIC  ESSAY, 

written  in  imitation  of  the  ARCADIA, 

is, 

with  the  mofl  fincere  perfonal  efteem, 

and  refpedlfui  confideration, 

humbly  infcribed, 

by  his  Excellency's 

obliged  friend, 
and  very  humble  fervant, 

THE    AUTHOR. 


PROLOGUE. 

Written  by  a  Lady. 

A  PL  AY  without  a  prologue  is  a  joke — , 
No  play  without  a  prologue  can  be  fpoke  -9 
It  ftamps  fome  merit  on  the  author's  lay, 
Which  was  the  leaft  ingredient  of  his  play. 
E'er  fince  old  Dryden  rul'd  the  Britifh  nation  *, 
Prologues  were  then,    and  Hill  are  all  the  fafhion  5 
No  matter  for  the  fenfe, — the  prologue  writ, 
Dub'd  the  performance  with  true  attic  wit : 
But  be  the  plot  or  meafure  e'er  fo  fam'd, 
Without  that  bill  of  fare,  the  piece  was  damn'd. 
I,   in  compliance  with  thofe  antient  rules, 
(Tho',  by  the  by,  fome  antients  weie  but  fools,) 
Run  in  the  track,   fo  often  trod  before, 
Where  Dryden  ran,  and  other  bards  of  yore  ; 
Smooth  in  my  numbers,    in  my  paffions  calm,f 
Tho*  not  one  guinea  glitters  on  my  palm. 
This  petit  ouvre  claims  your  guardian  care, 
'Twas  wrote  in  hade,   and  wrote  to  pleafe  the  fair  5 
'The  female  whigs  will  furely  ne'er  condemn, 
A  rural  bard,   who  writes  to  pleafure  them; 
Who  fince  great  Daphnis  fheath'd  his  conq'ring  blade, 
Enjoys  the  fweets  of  life's  fequefter'd  fhade  ; 
Ptemote  from  cities,  happinefs  purfues, 
Forfakes  Bellona  for  the  ruftic  mufc  ; 
'Mongft  nymphs  and  fhepherds  innocently  free, 
Joins  in  their  joys  and  mixes  glee  with  glee. 
No  Whitchead  here,   with  prompt  and  penfion'd  lay, 
Configns  to  fame  our  chieftain's  natal  day  ; 
But  from  the  lowly  cot  and  cliftant  plain, 
A  country  poet  fends  his  humble  ftrain. 

*  The  theatrical  part  of  it. 

-f-  Dryden  was  fo  famous  tor  his  prologues,  that  the  players  would  aft  no 
thing  without  that  decoration.  His  ufual  price  was  four'guineas  ;  but  when 
Southern,  the  poet,  required  the  prologue  he  had  befpoke,  Dryden  demand 
ed  fix  guinea;,  laying,  k«  the  playu;  have  had  iny  goods  too  J-.iMp. 


VIRGINIA: 


PASTORAL,    &c. 


DRAMATIS     PERSONS. 

Strephon9 


Flavia, 

Miray 

Hebe, 

Genius^ 

Gbofts, 


SCENE       I. 

ACoTTAGE,  with  a  VIEW  of  the  PATOWMAC, 
Shepherds  and  ShepkerdciTes. 


CHORUS. 


N 


OW  the  happy  dawn  appears 
Numbering  mighty  Daphnis'*  years. 


*  H«  was  born  m  the  year  1732. 


VIRGINIA.  32$ 

Flavia.      Air. 

On  this  happy  natal  day, 
Tune  the  jocund  roundelay, 
Whilft  the  north-winds  rudely  fweep 
O'er  the  foreft  and  the  deep. 
Whilft  beneath  the  pendant  rock 
Safe  from  ftorms  recline  our  flock. 
Round  the  hearth's  enliv'ning  blaze 
Whilft  \ve  trip  to  merry  lays  ; 
Let  us  all  our  time  employ, 
'Tis  the  day  for  mirth  and  joy. 

CHORUS. 

For  the  happy  dawn  appeals, 
Numbering  mighty  Daphnis'  years. 

A  dancs  of  JJjcpkerdsy    t*fc. 

Hebe.      Recitative. 

Now  free  from  care  and  war's  uproar, 
In  peace  we  tread  Patowmac's  fhore, 
No  more  'we  quake  at  rude  alarms, 
Or  tremble  at  the  din  of  arms. 
No  more  we  dread  the  treach'rous  foe 
Defcending  from  the  mountain  brow  ; 
Or  landing  from  the  neighb'ring  flood 
Fell  refugees  inur'd  to  blood. 
But  now  as  free  as  airy  lark 
In  fafety  fwims  the  freighted  bark  ; 
The  ready  fleet,   with  looPned  fail, 
Expands  the  canvafs  to  the  gale  ; 
From  Chefapeak's  extenfive  fhore, 
Each  diftant  region  to  explore. 
To  Daphnis'  fword  we  owe  the  blifs 
fTis. he.  gives  psace  and  happinefs. 
Then  join  with  me,   ye  blithforne  fwains, 
To  hail  the  guardian  of  our  plains  ; 
Who  train'd  in  knowledge'  ample  fchoul, 
Virginia  born,  is  born  to  rule. 


V  I  R  G  IN  I  A. 


Strepbon. 

And  lift  from  yonder  fedgy  heath 
That  winds  the  mountain  groves  beneath 
The  found  of  mirth  afTkils  my  car, 
And  fpeaks  the  fprightly  Mira  near  : 
But  fee  fhe  comes  with  fmiling  face, 
Flulh  from  the  pleafures  of  the  chafe. 


S     C     E     N     E       II. 

A  rude  profpect  of  recks,   interfpcrfed  with  lawns  and 
fringed  with  firs. 

Htintfmen  and  Huntrejfes  defcetidlngjrom  them* 

Mira. 

From  hunting  on  the  neighboring  plains, 
I  come  to  greet  my  freindly  fwains  5 
The  cheerful  band  well-pleas'd  to  join, 
And  blend  my  rural'fports  with  thine. 
Now  may  each  youth  in  frolic  play, 
Carefs  his  nymph  fo  blithe  and  gay  : 
And  whilft  they  trip  in  harmless  glee 
Remember  Daphnis  made,  them  free. 
To  him  beneath  the  power  above 
They  owe  the  joys  of  life  and  love. 

AIR. 

See,    Aurora  with  fmiles  ufhers  in  the  glad  day, 
And  all  nature  rejoices  her  homage  to  pay; 
"Whilft  old  winter,   that  hoary,  rude,  furly  defpot, 
Seems  delighted  this  birth  had  falFn  to  his  lot : 
For  he  fmiles  thro'  his  beard  as  if  plcas'd  with  the  boon, 
And  prefers  his  bleak  fnows  to  the  rofes  of  June  *. 

From  the  courts  of  dread  Jove  to  thefe  regions  below, 
Came  a  Seraph  nam'd  Liberty,  purer  than  fnow ; 

A 

*  Tlwfis  vtos  born  June  4th,  173$. 


VIRGINIA;  32? 

A  bright  fpark  from  the  throne  ihe  transferred  to  our 

[land, 

She  callM  the  fpark  Daphnis,   and  bid  him  command. 
We    feiz'd  the   dear  pledge,  highly  charm'd  with  the 

[boon, 
And  prefer'd  the  great  gift  to  the  rofes  of  June. 

From  the  weft  to  the  eaft  like  a  fun-beam  he  flew, 
And  his  fword  in  defence  of  his  patronefs  drew  ; 
Then  forcM  the  i  ude-defpot  of  Britain  to  flee 
From  thefe  regions,   by  Heav'n  ordain'd  to  be  free* 
Now  bleft  with  the  tropliies  obtainM  us  fo  foon, 
No  more  we  bow  down  to  the  rofes  of  June. 

Menalcas.     Recitative. 

For  Daphnis  raife  the  cheerful  voicCj 
'Tis  he  commands  us  to  rejoice. 

F  /a  via  9 

Now  let  us  round  our  temples  twine, 
In  gayeft  wreaths  the  verdant  pine  j 
Wake  the  foft  flute's  melodious  found, 
And  let  the  notes  of  mirth  go  round  ; 
"Whilft  Hebe  and  Menalcas  '  feet, 
Affift  to  make  our  joys  compleat. 


Tranfported  I  the  blifs  enhance, 
With  Hebe  deareft  maid  to  dance. 
Mira  with  Fla  via   too  muft  join, 
To  make  the  fportive  circle  fhine. 


Sirepl 


hott, 


And  is  there  then  no  place  for  me, 
So  fond  of  mirth  and  jchty  ? 
Sufpend  your  joy  my  Mira  I — give 
The  hand,   by  wliich  I  hope  to  live  % 

A  a  a  Ao.il 


328  VIRGINIA. 

• 
, 

And  lift  yc  fair  ones  whilft  I  raife 
iVly  voice  in  godlike  Daphnis'  praifc. 

AIR. 

Tli at  T  go  where  I  chufe,   that  I  come  when  I  pleafe, 
That  my  life  fmoothly  glides  in  contentment  and  eafe  ; 
That  my  flocks  fafcly  wander  o'er  mountains  and  rocks, 
Nor    dread  the  rude  foldier,  or  treacherous  fox  : 
That  I  lie  down  fecure  from  the  Indian's  fell  wiles, 
And  balk  in  the  fu-nihine  of  Mira's  dear  (miles  ^ 
Thefe  blefiln-gs  and  joys  I  abundantly  kngw, 
With  thanks  ever  countlefs  to  Daplmis  I  owe. 

Menalcas.      Recitative* 

When  truth  with  mufic  is  combined, 

It  finds  a  paflage  to  the  mind  ; 

Concording  hearts  ftill  plead  its  caufe, 

Whilft   all  delighted  frnil*  applaufe : 

We  thank  thce  Strephon  for  the  fong, 

O  !    Would  tby  mufe  the  drains  prolong  \ 

In  Daphnis'  praife  we  all  muft  join, 

For  he  is  noble,  juft  divine  : 

"TTwpuld  burft  the  founding  trump  of  fame, 

To  fpread  our  great  Protector's  name  \ 

Who  anxious  for  our  blifs  alone, 

To  make  us  bleft,   forgets  his  own  ; 

Perifli  my  voice,  whene'er  I  ceafe 

To  Ung  the  man  who  gave  us  peace. 

Mir  a.      Air. 

Thyrfis'  f\vay  no  more  we  boaft, 

He  was  merc'lefs  and  unkind  ; 
Terror  fpread  our  peaceful  coaft, 

Fears  came  wafted  on  the  wind. 

O'er  our  fmiling  fields  of  corn, 
Ruin,  havock,  mark'd  his  way  j 

Deareft 


VIRGINIA. 

Deareft  friends,   afunder  torn, 
Claim  the  melting  mournful  lay. 

I,  poor  maid,-—  how  hard  a  doom  ! 

(Mem'ry  ftill  bedews  my  face  ;) 
Snatch/d  by  Latro  *   in  my  bloom, 

From  my  aged  fire  s  embrace  : 

Forc'd  (the  tale,   how  dire  to  tell  !) 
"With  thofe  ruffiaa  hords  to  roam  , 

Or  within  their  camps  to  dwell, 

Far,   alas  !   from  friends  and  home, 

'Till  Virginia's  warlike  fon, 

"With  Columbia's  chofen  bands  ; 

Gallia's  youth  came  boldly  on, 
And  refcued  me  from  his  hands. 

Ever  facred  be  to  fame 
Daphnis  thya«fpicious  name  f 
May  Columbia's  happy  earth, 
Laud  the  day  that  gave  thee  birth. 

Chorus. 


May  Columbia's  happy 

Laud  the  day  that  gare  thec  birth. 

Strephon.     R-ecitative. 

For  me  the  fates  preferr'd  thy  charms, 
And  yield  thee  fpotlefs  to  my  arms. 
Forgive  the  tranfports  that  I  feel, 
My  fair  eft  Mir  a,  deareft  girl  ! 
No  more  protract  my  wayward  fate, 
But  let  this  morning  confurnmate. 
Ceafelefs  joys,   a  mutual  treafure, 
Shall  afford  perpetual  pleafure  : 
This  day  lhall  fanfliiy  my  choice, 
And  Daphnis  give  his  willing  voice* 


'33*  V  I  R  G  !  N  I  A, 


Then  fhall  all  the  fylran  choir, 
Shepherd,   maid  and  ruiric  fwain, 

AS  the  tuneful  notes  infpire, 
Trip  it  o'er  the  ruffet  plain  : 

"When  returns  the  blithfome  fpring, 
"When  the  birds  bc-gin  to  fing  -, 
When  the  fair  magnolias  bioom, 
Wafting  round  their  fweet  perfume. 

On  the  flow'ry-  dappled  grafs, 

Smiling  as  the  beams  of  day, 
Swift  the  joyful  hours  fliall  pafs, 

Bearing  all  our  cares  away. 
Ever  mindful  of  this  morn, 

Mutual  bleffings, 

Fond  careffings, 
Shall  await  its  wilh'd  return. 

CHORUS. 

This  day  fhall  fancYify  our  choice, 
And  Daphnis  give  his  willing  voice. 
A  dance  of  Hunters 

Menalcas*      Recitative. 

Ah,  Flavia,  ftill  alas  too  dear  ! 
Why  bend  on  me  that  look  fevere  ? 
O  let  this  fair  example  move, 
And  teach  that  flinty  heart  to  love. 
R.eward  the  flame  thy  charms  infpire, 
Nor  blaft  my  foul  with  vain  defire. 

Flavia, 

Peace  thou  foolifh  am'rous  fwain  J 

See  who  haftes  acrofs  the  plain, 

Full  of  life,  with  jocund  air, 

Smooth  his  brow,  unknown  to  care  : 

In  his  face  a  gay  furprize, 

Pleafurc  fparkl'ing  in  his  eyes.  Jfy/as* 


VIRGINIA. 


33* 


Enter  Hylas.      Air. 

Shepherds  come,  let  mirth  abound  ; 

JLet  the  day  with  mirth  be  crown'd  : 

Let  Hebe  and  Mira,  and  Flavia  unite, 

(Menalcas'  and  Strephon's,  and  riyias'  delight) 
In  harmony  fvveet, 
With  voice  and  with  feet ; 

Xach  lad  with  his  lafs  to  the  pipe's  tuncca,  lay, 
Shall  merrily  dance  the  fleet  hours  away. 

For  'tis  Baphnis  commands 

Come  then  join  hands  in  hands: 

Was  each  fhepherd  like  me, 

Then  we   all  ihould  agree 
To  marry  at  once,   and  live  happy  and  free. 

Mira.     Recitative. 

Whence  flow  thefe  tranfports,   Hylas  fay, 
Does  Hebe  fmile  more  kind  to  day  ? 

Hylas. 

3Tis  true  fhe  fmiks  divinely  kind, 

Her  face  defcriptive  of  her  mind. 

Thofe  eyes  that  lour'd  with  cold  difdaio, 

Now,  tell  my  fuit  has  not  been  v.iin. 

When  ficft  on  imooth  Fluvannah's  fide 

I  faw  my  fair  my  beauteous  bride, — 

My  heart  a  fudden  flame  confelt, 

And  Cupid  all  my  foul  pofieft  : 

Now  war's  alarms  are  haply  o'er,  "j 

Again  we  meet- — to  part  no  more, 

Ne'er  to  forfake  again  Patowmac's  fhore.        j 

Sirephon. 

Then, — to  the  church  without  delay, 
There  let  us  crown  this  glorious  day  : 
The  holy-feer  attendant  (lands, 
To  join  us  all  in  Hymen's  bands.  tj 


VIRGINIA. 


Menalcas. 

But  hark  !   what  lo's  rend  the  air  ! 
Some  great  event  thofe  fhouts  declare. 

Hylas. 

Daphnis  the  great  the  good  is  come, 

To  blefs  again  his  native  home. 

He  comes,  he  comes,  the  hero  comes, 

Trom  martial  camps,   and  noify  drums 

To  greet  his  own  Virginia's  fhore, 

Where  D«mon  war  fhall  rage  no  more 

Again  to  viewPatowmac's  {ide, 

His  peaceful  houfe  and  fmiling  bride. 

Aroundj  —  his  friends  in  clufters  throng 

He  mores,  adored,  his  friends  among. 


SCENE     III. 

Arfullviewof  Patowmac  on  one  fide,  with  £hips,  &c.  at 
a    diftance  : — their  colours  difplay'd,   of  all  nation^ 
On  the  other  fide,  a  beautiful  country  profpect,  di- 
verfificd  with  hills,  lawns,  and  elegant  feats. 

Tlourifi  of  trumpets. 

*&  vaft  conconrfe  of  gentlemen  appear,  conducting 
Daphnis. — Thoufands  of  inhabitants  of  both  fexes 
are  feen  ftrewing  garlands  and  ever-greens  before 
him. 

A  Jnll  concert  of  martial  mufic. 

GENIUS  of  VIRGINIA  advances  to  the  found  of  fo- 
lemn  mufic. 

Genius.      Piecitativc. 

£<  "Where  yonder  diftant  hills  majeftic  rife, 
And  bare  their  fnowy  bofoms  to  the  Ikies, 
Jn  facred  folitude  I  love  to  dwell, 
While  the  big  torrent  foams  around  my  ceil ; 

Virginia's 


VIRGINIA.  333 

Virginia's  genius  !   there  aloft  I  ftand 
Ajd  view  the  growing  glories  of  my  land.'* 
From  Allegany,   tow'ring  to  the  iky, 
I  come  to  view  this  great  folemnity. 
While  angels  with  applauding  eyes  look  on 
The  glorious  actions  of  Virginia's  fon. 

Ghofts  appeal* 

Columbia's  murder'd  chiefs  defcend, 

Pieas'd  their  illuftrious  captain  to  attend. 

Here,  Warren,   foremoft  of  the  valiant  flain, 

And  he  who  fell  on  Abra'm's  fnow-clad  plain  ; 

With  vet'raa  Worcefter  in  my  train  appear, 

Mercer  and  Nafh  and  warlike  Herkimer. 

With  them  (lands  Laurens  of  immortal  name, 

And  Europe's  fons  confign'd  to  deathlefs  fame, — 

Pulafld  and  De  Kalb,   who  fell  renown'd 

In  freedom's  caufe,  with  blooming  laurels  crown'd. 

Around  me  ftand, 
Of  other  heroes  an  illuftrious  band, 

Numb'ring  their   wounds,   thofe  wounds  of  glory  3 

Enroll' d  in  times  authentic  ftory  5 

Thefe  noble  {hades  attendant  greet, 
And  welcome  .Daphnis  to  his  bleft  retreat., 

Aftrea  comes  again  to  blefs 

A  chofen  land  with  happinefs  ; 

Her  hands  the  ballance  ftill  fuftain, 

And  juftice  rules  mankind  again  : 

*Twas  Daphnis'  arm  her  reign  reftor'd,— 

Rebuilt  her  fanes,  to  be  ador'd. 

When  fleeting  years  unnumber'd  roll, 
His  fame  fhall  reach  from  pole  to  pole  j 
Each  clime  fhall  hail  him  as  its  own, 
Each  realm  adopt  him  as  its  fon  : 
And  future  bards  in  epic  fong, 
His  countlefs  glories  fhall  prolong. 
Another  Homer  ihall  arifc, 
His  matchlefs  worth  to  eternize  ; 


334  VIRGINIA, 

Whilft  joinM  with  Marlbro*  and  Eugene 

Shall  Daphnis'  facred  name  be  fcene  : 
Illuftrious  rival  of  the  great  Naffau'?, 
Rich  with  a  tributary  world's  applaufe. 

Air. 

Come  then  Apollo  and  the  nine, 
Attune   your  harps  to  ftrains  divine  f 
Such  notes  as  once  were  wont  to  flovr 
On  high  Parnafs*  or  Pindus*  brow  ; 
O'er  Cyprus'  iile — the  feat  of  loves, 
Or  Eramanthus'  awful  groves  ; 
Or  Elis'  fhore,  where  Pindar's  fame, 
Immortaliz'd  the  Olympic  game  : 
So  fhail  the  godlike  Daphnis'  praifc, 
Give  luftre  to  your  tuneful  lays. 

Recitative. 

"  Be  mine  the  meed  of  honor  to  bellow, 
And  weave  the  crown  that  wreaths  the  deathlcfs  brow*'* 
I'll  call  each  hero  from  his  bleft  abodes, 
The  fhades  of  monarchs  and  of  derai-gods  ; 
A  chief  fuperior, — with  their  farne  to  greet, 
And  lay  their  with'ring  laurels  at  his  feet. 
Obfequious  to  his  worth  their  homage  pay, 
To  celebrate  the  great  aufptcious  day  : — 
The  day  productive  of  diftinguifh'd  worth, 
That  bleil:  AMERICA  with  Daphnis'  birth, 

Grand  Chorus. 

Come  then  Apollo  and  the  nine, 
Attune  your  harps  to  flrains  divine  f 
Such  notes  as  once  were  went  to  flow, 
On  high  Parnafs'.or  Pindus'  brow  ; 
O'er  Cyprus'  ifle,  the  feat  of  loves, 
Or  Erymanthus'  awful  groves  : 
Or  Ellis'  fhore>  where;  Pindar's  fame 
Immortaliz'd  th'  Olympic  game  : 
So  fhall  the  godlike  DATHNIS'  praife, 
Give  hiftre  to  your  tuneful  lays. 

FINIS. 


SUBSCRIBE  R,S. 


A. 

C Hades  Allen,  merchant,  Q.  Ann's  co,  Mar.  2  fetts 
The  rev.   Patrick  Allifon,   D.  D.  Baltimore 
B.  General  John  Armftrong,   Philadelphia 
Major  Daniel  Jenifer  Adams,    Wilmington^  D. 
Rev.  John  Andrews,   A.  M.  Philadelphia 
Rev.  Samuel  Armar,    A.  M.   Virginia 
P.  Audibert,   New-York 

B. 

The  lion,  Charles  Biddle,   efq.   vice  prefldent   of  the 

commonwealth  of  Pennfylvania 
The  hon.  Gunning  Bedford,  efq.  attorney-general  and 

member  of  congrefs  for  the  Delaware  ftate 
Stephen  Ballicot,  efq.  member  of  the  fupreme  executive 

council  of  Pennfylvania 
B.  general  Richard  Butler,   Carlifle 
John  Boyd,   efq     member    of  the    fupreme    executive 

council  of  Pennfylvania 
John  Bartlet,  Philadelphia 

a  Peter 


SUBSCRIBER  S. 

Peter  Bedford,  merchant,  do. 

James  Booth,   cfq.  fecretary  to  Kis  excellency  the  gov. 

of  the  Delaware  {hue,   and  clerk  to  the  lion,  houfe 

of  iiflcmblys   Newcaflle 

Col.  George  B.iynarcl,    Q^  Anne's  co.  Maryland 
Mrs.  Hannah  Barnes,   Dover,  Delaware  ftatc 
Jacob  Bankfon,   efq.  attorney  at  law,  Philadelphia 
Major  John  Bankfoa,   Baltimore 
Major  William  Brown  do,    2  ictts 
Raynard  Bel-air,   France. 

Richard  Baflett,   efq.    attorney  at  law,   Dover,  .Del.  ft. 
Capt.  John  Naifby  Bailey,    Baltimore 
John  Banning,  efq.  Dover,  Delaware  fhite 
Jofeph  Barker,  merchant,   Delaware  fhue 
Rifden  Bifhop,   Kent  co.  Delaware 
John  Bell,  fenior,   Dover,  Delaware  ftate 
William    Berry,   merchant,   Frederica,    Kent    county, 

Delaware  ftate,   6  fetts 
Capt.  Thomas  Berry,   do. 
James  Berry,   Kent  co.   Delaware  ftatc 
Capt.  Harry  Baynard,  do. 
Lieutenant  col.  Solomon  Bufh,   Philadelphia 
John  II .  J3aker,   do. 
Henry  C.  Baker,   Tolbot  co.  Maryland 
Capt.  John  Blake,    O-  Ann's  co.  do. 
Paterion  Bell,    efq.  Harford  co.  do. 
Rev.  Ebenezer  Brooks,  A.  B. 
Aquilla  Brown,   Kent  ifland,  Maryland 
John  Bell,   merchant,  Philadelphia 
William  Bordley,   efq.   Q^  Anne's  co.  Maryland 
Doctor  Burkitt,   Portfmouth,  Ncw-Hampfliire 
John  Barnahy,   Cecil  co.  Maryland 
Andrew  Barrett,   Kent  co.  Delaware  fiatc 
John  Battell,   Dover,  Delaware  ftate 
Francis  Bailey,  printer,  Philadelphia 
Daniel  Buckley,   Pcquea,    Pennfylvania 
Ifaiah  Buili,   merchant,   Philadelphia 
Edmund  Beach,  merchant,  do. 

Major 


SUBSCRIBERS. 

Major  Bloomfield,  Burlington,  Ncw-Jerfey 

Major  Alexander  Boyd,  Philadelphia 

Capt.  Daniel  Broadhead,    Pittfburgh,    2  fctt-s 

Caleb  Buglafs,    Philadelphia 

George  Bennfall,  Germantown 

John  Brown,  jun.  merchant,   Philadelphia 

Richard  L.  Blackburne,  cfq-P,  William  county,  Vir. 

Cuthbert  Butler,  efq.  do. 

Henry  Banks,   efq.  Richmond,  Virginia,    6  fetts 

Capt.  Joleph  Brice,  Chefter,  Pennfylvania. 

C. 

John  Carfon,    M.  D.    Philadelphia 

Colonel  Thomas  Chafe,  Bofton,    2  fetts 

John  Clayton,  efq.  attorney*general  E.  S.  Maryland 

Major  John  Clayton,  high  fheriff,   Ken:  co.  Del.  ftate 

Doctor  Jofluia  Clayton,   Dover,  Delaware  ftate 

Solomon  Clayton,  efq.  Queen  Anne's  co.  Maryland 

John  Colthurft,  efq.  Philadelphia 

John  Carnan,  Cecil  coi ',.  7,  Maryland,    2  fetts 

Doftor  John  Brown  Cutting,  Bofton 

Jofeph  Carfon,  merchant,  Philadelphia 

Ifaac  Collins,  printer,  Trenton,   New'Jerfey 

Francis  Curtis,  efq.  attorney  at  law,  Baltimore 

Jacob  J.  Cohen,  merchant,  Philadelphia 

Mofes  Cohen,  do. 

Charles  Carrol,  merchant,  Baltimore 

J.  L.  Clarkfon,  merchant,  Philadelphia 

John  C  a  Id  well,  ftudent  of  lav/,  Wilmington 

James  Coakley,  merchant,   Dover,  Delaware  {rate 

Capt.  Samuel  Crofby,  Q^ Anne's  county  Maryland 

Colonel  Ifaac  Carty,  Ken;:  county,  Delaware  ftate 

Major  James  Cleland,  Q^ Anne's  county,  Maryland 

Capt.  Edward  Courfey,   do. 

Dodtor  John  Coates,  T albot  county,  Maryland 

Capt.  George  A  Claypole,  Philadelphia 

Do'ftor  John  Coulter,  efq.  Fell's  Point,  Baltimore 

Stephen  Chambers,  eiq.  attorney  at  Lv.v,  Lancaf. 

Major 


SUBSCRIBERS. 

Major  Chriftie,  New-York 

Myer  M.  Cohen,  merchant,  Philadelphia 

Capt.  Pvobert  Caldwell,  merchant,   do. 

Thomas  Cullen,  merchant,  do. 

Major  Warwick  Coates,  do. 

William  Cor  fey,  CK  Anne's  county,  Maryland 

Mifs  Sally  Clayton,  do 

Thomas  Carradine,  efq.  do 

John  Clark,  efq.  attorney  at  law,  York-town,  Penn. 

John  Cragh,  merchant,   Carlifle,   Penn. 

Matthew  Carey,  Philadelphia 

George  Cambell,  efq.  regifter  of  wills,  do. 

Robert  Correy,  merchant,  do. 

Samuel  Couty  do. 

Doctor  Thomas  Carter,  Richmond,  Virginia 

William  Claybonrne,  efq.  do.  ?.  fetts 

Weftenra  Crofs,  Tyrone,  Ireland 

Tench  Cox,   efq,  Philadelphia  * 

D.    f 

His  excellency  John  Dickenfon,  efq,  L.  L.  D.  barifler 
at  law,  late  governor  cf  the  Delaware  ftate  and 
commonwealth  of  Pennfylvania,  8  fetts 

Major-general  Philamon  Dickenfon,  Philadelphia 

Colonel  Thomas  DtifF,  efq.  fpeaker  of  the  aflembly  of 
the  Delaware  ftate,  Newport 

Col.  Matthew  Driver,  efq.  judge  of  Caroline  county, 
Maryland 

Chriftopher  Driver,  do. 

Robert  Dixon,  efq.  Kent  county,  Delaware  ftate 

Major  John  Dames,  Q.  Anne's  county,  Maryland 

R.ev.  James  Davidion,  A.  M.  profeflbr  of  languages  in 
the  univerfity  of  Philadelphia 

Rev.  Robert  Davidion,  D.  D.  profeflbr  in  Dickenfon 
college,  Carliile,  Pennfylvania 

Sharp  Delaney,  efq.  collector  of  the  port  ofPhiladeL 

Doctor  William  Delaney,  Philadelphia 

Capt.  Patrick  Dufliy,  do. 

John 


S   U  B  S  C  R  I  B  E  R  S, 

John  Donahoe,  do, 

Capt.  Jofeph  Driikill,  Kent  county,  Delaware  flute 

Eliiha  Cuilen  Dick,   M.  B.  Alexandria,  Virginia. 

Henry  Dai-den,  Talbot  county,   Maryland 

Major  Ifaac  B  Dunn,  Philadelphia 

Major  James  Dunn,  Newcafrle  county,  Delaware  ftate. 

Samuel  Dellap,  bookfeller,  Philadelphia 

Robert  Dawfon,  Q^Anne's  county,  Maryland 

John  Devan  merchant,   Philadelphia 

Mifs  Eliza  Dames,  Q.  Anne's  county,  Maryland 

T.  Duncan,  efq.    attorney  at  lav/,   Carliile,  Pennfylva- 

nia. 
Robert  Duncan,  do.  do. 

E. 

Doctor  John  L.  Elbert,  Talbot  county,  Maryland 

Jofhua  Elbert,   do.    do. 

Richard  Tilghman  Earl,  efq.    Q.  Anne's  co.  Maryland 

Thomas  Evans,'  Kent  county,    Delaware  irate. 

Thomas  Eddy,  merchant,  Philadelphia 

Edwarcl    Eubanks,    Talbot  county,  Maryland 

John  Erfkine,  merchant,   do. 

Dwctor  John  Ely,  Connecticut 

William  Echart,  Philadelphia 

Maj.  Richard  Emory,  Queen  Anne's  county,  Maryland 

Mifs  Eliza  Emory,  do. 

F. 

The  right  lion,  major-general    the  marquis  dc  la  Fay- 
ette,    12  fetts  * 

The  hon.  David  Finney,  efq.  one  of  the  fupreme  judges 
of  the  Delaware  ftate 

Colonel  John  Fitzgerald,  Alexandria,  Virginia 

George  Fitzgerald,  merchant,  Baltimore 

Cape.  William  Frazier,  Newcaftle,  Delaware  ftatc 

Peter  Fury,  merchant,  Dover,    Delaware  ftace. 

Jolhiia  Fiiher.  attorney  at  law,  do. 

Doclor  Fcnwick  Filhcr,    Accomack,  Virginia 

dtpt  Joren'iiah  Freeman,  Philadelphia 

Patrick 


SUBSCRIBERS. 

Thomas  Forrcft,  jun.  Philadelphia 

Patrick  Farrel,  New- York 

James  Fiflier,  merchant,  Frederickfbur.gh,  Virginia. 

Roger  Flahavan,  jun.  trader,  Philadelphia 

G. 

Major-general  Horatio  Gates,  Virginia 

.Brigadier-general  Mordecai  Gift,    Charlefton 

William  Goldibo  rough,  efp.   Talbot  county,  Maryland 

Thomas  Golclfborough,  efq.  Caroline  county,  Maryland 

Mifs  Elizabeth  Anne   Gordon,  Dover,   Dslaivare  irate 

Major  Henry  Gaither,    Baltimore,    2   fetts 

Reuben  G/lder,   M.  B.  Baltimore 

Rev.  John  Gordon,  D.  D.  Reftor  of  St.  Michael's 
pariih,  Talbot  county,  Maryland 

John  Gordon,   efq.    Dover,  Delaware  ftatc 

William  Gordon,  Baltimore 

James  Gardiner,  watchmaker,  Talbot  county,  Mary 
land  , 

Jamfs  Gibb's,   Fell's-point,   Baltimore 

Lieut,  col-  Benjamin  Gibbs,   Kent  county,  Dela.  {late. 

Benjamin  Gibbs,   merchant,    Philadelphia 

Capt.  John  GafvvMy,  near  Baltimore 

John  Gray.   Baltimore 

William  Gray,   Kent  county,    Delaware  ft  ate 

The  hen.  colonel  William  Grayfon,  efq.  member  of 
Congrefs  for  the  common weaih  of  Virginia,  Du/wf. 

William  Goddard,   pr'fnter,   Baltimore 

Colonel  Peter  Grubb,  'efq.  Lancafter,   Pennfylvania 

Colonel  George  Gibfon,   Pennfylvauia 

John  Gibfon  the  Third,  efq.   Talbot  county,  Maryland 

Woolman  Gibfon,    efq,  do. 

J.  Guion,  New-York 

Jarnes  Gallagher,   merchant,   Philadelphia 

Doctor  Lemuel  Guftine,  Carliile 

William  Gray,   Philadelphia 

Lieutenant  col.  Grear,   New-York 

H. 

Majov-jeh.  William  Heath,   Bofton  lion, 


SUBSCRIBERS. 

lion.    Francis    Hopkinfcn,   efq.    A,  M.  judge  of  the 

vice  admiralty,   Philadelphia,    2   fetts 
Jonathan  Hodge,    efq.   one   of  the  fupreme  executive 

council  of  Pennfylvania 

Col.  David  Hall,   efq.  Lewis,   Delaware  ftate 
Doftor  Jofcph  Kail,    do. 
"Walter  Hall,   merchant,    Philadelphia 
Doctor  John  Ilindman,  Q^  Anne's  county,  Maryland 
Mifs  Nancy  Hafelet,   Dover,  Delaware  ftate 
Major  James  Hamilton,   Charlcfton 
Doctor  Harrifon,    Baltimore 
-Major  Richard  Howell,  New-Jerfey,    2  fetts 
George  Hodgfon,  merchant,   Baltimore 
Capt.  Whitehead  Humphreys,  Philadelphia 
Joihua  Humphreys,  jun.   Philadelphia 
Mr.  Hurd,   New- York 
John  Hayes,   printer,    Baltimore 
Ifaac  Hough,  Philadelphia 

Thomas  Hardcafrle,    efq.   Caroline  county,   MaryL 
Lieutenant-col,  Adam  Hubley,  efq.   Lancafter,  do. 
Colonel  Samuel  Hanfon,   A.  B.    Weftern  ihore,  Mar. 
Ebenezer  Handy,   Somerfet  connty,   do. 
James  Hutchins,    efq.    Baltimore 
John  Heap,  merchant,   do. 

Afhtou  Humphreys,   efq.  attorney  at  law,  Philadelphia 
"\Yilliam.  Hayward,    jun.  efq.    attorney  at  law,   Talbot 

county,   Maryland 

Capt.  Edward  Hall,  Queen  Anne's  county,  Maryland 
Richard  Huilon,    Charlefton,    Satith  Carolina 
Col.  Thomas  Hartley,   York- town,   PennlVlvania 
James  Hamilton,   Cariifle 
Stacy  Hepburne,  merchant,   Philadelphia 
Brigadier-general  Pilchard.  Kumpton,   do. 
Matthew  Harrifon,   efq.  Prince  Vv'iiiiam  county,  Vir. 
John  Hopkins,   efq.    Richmond,   Virgiriia,    2  fctts 
Charles  Hopkins,   efq.    do. 

Mungo  Harvey",    efq.    \',refi:;r  county,    Vir. 

Mrs.  Frances  Harvey,    Fred.  rgh,   do. 

Jofeph 


SUBSCRIBERS. 

Jofeph  Htigg,   efq.    judge   of  the  common  plear,   and 

one  of  the  matters  in  chancery,  Ncvv-Jerlcy 
John  Harrifon,   merchant,  Philadelphia 

I. 

Brigadier-general  William  Irvine,   Carlifle 

Major-general  James  Irvine,   Philadelphia 

Matthew  Irvine,   efq.  Recorder,  do. 

John  Irvine,   Head  of  Elk 

Colonel  Francis  Johnttcn,   receiver-general,  Phil  ad. 

The    hon.  colonel  John    JORCS,    one   of  the  fupremcs 

judges,    Delaware  ftate 

Thomas  Jennings,    efq.    Annapolis,    Maryland 
Capt.  Jerimiah  Jackfon,  Philadelphia 
Major  William  Jackfon,   do. 

Hon.  Ralph  Izard,   Charlcflon,   South  Carolina 
Doctor  Jonathan  Ingraham,   Bucks  county,   PennfyL    » 

K. 

Colonel  Simon  Kollock,   Lewes,   Delaware  ftate 
Major  Lawrence  Keen,   Sunbury,   Pennfylvania 
Nathaniel  Kennard,   Talbot  county,    Maryland 
Capt.  Roger  Keane>  Philadelphia 

Rev.  John  Chriftopher  Kunze,  D.  D.  paftor  of  the 
old  and  new  luthcran  churches,  profeflbr  of  the 
oriental  languages  in  the  univtrfity  of  New-York, 
and  fvvorn  tranflator  of  the  German  language  to 
Congrefs 

John  Kean,  merchant,   Philadelphia 
John  Kenedy,   merchant,   Kempfville,   Virginia 

Li 

Major  David  Lenox,   Baltimore 

Daniel  Longftreet,    merchant,   Philadelphia 

Major  John  Lucas,    Savannah,    Georgia,    3  fetts 

Colonel  Archibald  Little,   Orange,   North  Carolina 

Colonel  George  Latiraer,   Philadelphia 

Doctor  Henry  Latimer,   A.  M.  Newport,   Delaware  ft. 

Doctor  Nathaniel  Luff,   1'redcrica,   Delaware  fbue 


SUBSCRIBERS. 

John  Lewis,   efq.    Fredericklburgh,  Virginia 

Rev.  Edward  Langworthy,   Baltimore 

Capt.  Philip  Lyon,   Philadelphia 

Chevalier  Charles  Julian  de  Longchamps,  do. 

John  Levins,   Norfolk,   Virginia 

Capt.  John  Lawrence,   Philadelphia 

William  Lyon,   prothonotary,   Carlifle,  Pennfylvania 

John  Lawfon,   efq.   Alexandria,  Virginia 

M. 

Hon.  Thomas  M'Kean,   efq,   L,  L.  D.  chief  juftice  of 

the  commonwealth  of  Pennfylvania,    and  late  preli- 

dent  of  CongreL,    6  fetts 
Major-general  Thomas  Mifflin,   efq.   A.  M.  fpeaker  of 

the  hon.   houfe  of  afTembly   of  Pennfylvania,  and 

late  prefident  of  Congrefs,    2  fetts 
Col.  William  M'WUliams,   Frederickfburgh,  Virginia 
Richard  M'Williams,  Newcastle,    Delaware  ftate 
Peter  Markoe,   Philadelphia 
Hon.   James   M'Henry,  efq.   member  of  congrefs  for 

Maryland,  Baltimore 

Col.  Henry  Miller,   York  Town$   Pennfylvania 
Edward  Miller,   M.  B.   Dover,  Delaware  ftate 
Doctor  William  Molefton,   do. 

Henry  Molefton,  merchant,  Frederiba,  Delaware  ftate 
Eleazer  M'Coomb,  efq.   Dover,  Delaware  ftate 
Capt.  John  M'Faddon,   Baltimore 
John  McDowell,   efq.   A.  M.  Dorfet,   Maryland 
William  M'Dougall,  Philadelphia 
Alexander  Montgomery,  efq.  Wilmington,  Delaware 

ftate 

Capt.  Allen  M'Lane,  Kent  co.  Delaware  ftate 
Capt.  William  M'Cannon,  Newcaftle  county,  Del.  ft, 
James  M'Cabe,    Q^Anne's  co.  Maryland    ' 
David  M'Machen,   efq.   attorney  at  law,  Baltimore 
John  M'Culloch,   merchant,    Baltimore 
Michael  Toicph  M'Cragh,   do.  clo. 
Win.  M'Lii»ghlin,   eiq!   high  flieriff,    do. 

b  Rev. 


SUBSCRIBERS. 

Rev,  Samuel  Magaw,   D.  D.   vice  provoft  of  the  nni- 

niverfity  or  Philadelphia,   6  fetts 

M*Mmrie,    merchant,   Philadelphia 
Doctor  Charles  M'Knight,   New-York 
James  Mann,    A.  M.   M.  B.    Baltimore 
Samuel  Montgomery,   merchant,    Philadelphia 
Major  Geo.  Mitehel,   Suflex,   Delaware  fhue 
Major  Nathaniel  Mitehel,   Suflex,   do. 

Hon. Matthews,   late  governor  of  S.  C. 

Colonel  Robert  Magaw,   Carlifle,  Pennfylvania 

Samuel  A.  MfCofkry,   M.  P.  do.  do. 

John  Montgomery,   do.   do. 

Capt.  John  P.  Miller,   Philadelphia 

John  M'Cree,   broker,   do. 

Col.  Ephraim  Martin,   4th  regiment,  New-Jerfey 

Colonel  F.  Mentges,  infpector-general  of  the  militia  of 

Pennlylvania 

William  Matters,   efo.  Philadelphia 
John  M'Laughlin,  do 
liaac  Melcher,   efq.   do. 
Clcon  Moore,   efq.    Alexandria,   Virginia 
William  M'Daniel,   Prince  "William  county,  Virginia 
Colonel  Thomas  Merriwether,   Puchmond,  Virginia 
Major  Walker  Mufe,  Weftmoreland  co.  Virginia 

N. 

Brigadier-general  Nevil,  Pittfburgh 
Leautenant-colonel  Prefiy  Nevil,  do. 
Jv>hn  Nevil,  efq.  member  of  the  fupreme  executive 

'council,   Pennfylvania 

Colonel  Henry  Neill,   member  of  council,  Delaw.  ft. 
Alexander' Neibitt,   merch-nit,   Philadelphia 
Doccor  Thomas  Nixon,   near  Dover,  Delaware  ftate 
Capt.  Charles  Nixon,  Dover,   do. 
Nicholas  Nixon,   Pafley,  near  do.   do. 
Major  Samuel  Nicholas,   Philadelphia,    2  fetts 
Capt.  Wir.^atc,   Newman,   do. 
imin  Nones,   merchant   cl» 

O. 


SUBSCRIBER  S. 

O. 

Lieutenant-Colonel  Eleazer  Ofwald,  Philadel.    8  fetts 
Michael  Morgan  O  Brien,  merchant,   do. 
James  O'Bryon,   efq    h.  iherifF  Q^  Ann's  co.  Maryland 
Capt.  E.  Oldham,   Baltimore  Town 

P. 

Brigadier-general  Samuel  liolden  Parfons,    Connecti 
cut,   6  fctts 

Major  John  Patten,   Dover,  Delaware  ftate 
Colonel  John  Patton,   Philadelphia 
Colonel  Thomas  Procter,   do.    4  fetts 
Capt.  Francis  Procter,    Philadelphia 
Lieutenant-colonel  Charles  Pope,  Kent  co.  Del. 
Do6tor  Thomas  Parke,   do   do,    6  fetts 
Lieutenant-colonel  John  Parke,  A.  M.  Phil.   18  fctts 
John  Pryor,    merchant,  Dover,    Delaware  ftate 
Abraham  Pryor,   do.  do. 

William  Pritchard,    bookfeller,  Philadelphia.  6  fetts 
Capt.  William,  Pendergaft,   efq.  Annapolis,  Maryland 
James  Porter,   Talbot  county,  do. 

Major  William  Popham,   A.   B.   ftate  of  New-York 
Capt.  Jonathan  Pieafaiiton,   near  Dover,  Dela.  ftate 
James  Price,    efq.  Kent  Ifland,   Maryland 
Doctor  Charles  Price,    Q.  Anne's  county,   do. 
Hon  John  Penn,   Efq.  Halifax,   North  Carolina 
Doctor  Frederick  Phyle,    naval-officer  of  the  port  pf 

Philadelphia 

John  Bell  Pollock,   Johnftown,   Delaware  ftate 
Capt.  J.  Pearfon,   Philadelphia 
Major  Peter  S.  Du  Ponceau,   attorney  at  law 
Jofeph  Poftlethwaite,   Carlnle,   Pennfylvania 
Capt.  William  Powers,  Philadelphia 
Robert  Patterfon,    A.  M.   profeflqr  of  mathematics  in 

the  univerfity  of  Pennf/lvania 
Galbreath  Patterfon,   efq.   Lancafter,  Pennfylvania 

R. 

Cpl.  Michael  Ptyan,   late  of  the    American  army,    and 
infpector-gcneral,   Fredcrickfburh,  Virrinia  6  fct'ti 


SUBSCRIBERS. 

Hon.  David  Ramfey,  cfq.   M.  D.  member  of  Congrefs 

for  South  Carolina,    2  fetts 
Hon.  Colonel  Nathaniel  Ramfey,  member  of  Congrefs 

for  Maryland 
Hon.  Colonel  Thomas  Rodney,   member  of  Congrefs 

for  the  Delaware  ftatc 

Mifs  Letty  Rodney,   Dover,    Delaware  ftate 
Crcfar  Auguftus  Rodney,   do.    do. 
Doctor  Charles  Ridgely,   Efq.   do.  do. 
Charles  Ridgely,   merchant,  do.  do. 
Doctor  Abraham  Ridgely,   do.  do. 
Hon.  George  Read,    efq    Newcaftlc,   do. 
Patrick  Rice,   Philadelphia,  3  fetts 
Capt.  Jofqph  Rice,   do. 
James  Ryan,   merchant,  Baltimore 
Thomas  Ruflcl,   efq.  do. 

Capt.  Francis  Revely,  near  Baltimore 
Walter  Roe,   merchant,  do. 

Ptev.  William  Rogers,   A*  M.  late  brigade  chaplain  in 

the  Pennfylvania  Line 

George  Richards,   printer,   Alexandria,  Virginia 
Cropley  Rofe,   merchant,  Philadelphia 
William  Ringold,   of  Thomas,  Kent  Ifland,   Maryland 
Colonel  James  R.  Reed,   near  Carlifle,  Pennfylvania 
Samuel  Ridgway,   cfq.    Q^Anne's  county,  Maryland 
Major  John  Richardfon,   Chefter,  Pennfylvania 
William  Rolfton,  merchant,  Philadelphia 
Abraham  Roberts,  do. 

Capt.  Benjamin  R.UC,  Tinicum  Ifland,  Pennfylvania 
Col.  James  Rofs,   L-incafter,  do. 

George  Rofs,   Efquire,   member  of  AfTembly  for  Lan- 

cailcr  county,  Pennfylrania 

s. 

His  excellency   maj or < general  Wm.    Smalhvood,    go- 

, or  of  the  ftate  of  Maryland,    3  fetts 
Major-general  Arthur  St.  Glair,   Pennfylvania,    2  fetts 
.    I'MT,v,n*d    Shippen,   efq.  judge   of    the   court  of 
pleas,  Philadelphia 


SUBSCRIBERS. 

Major-general  John   Sullivan,   Exeter,   New-Hampfh. 
Rev.   William  Smith,  D.  D.    provoft  of  Wafhington 

college,   Newton-Chefter,   Maryland^  2  fetts 
William  Moore  Smith,   efq.    d.  M.  do.  do. 
Mifs  Nancy  Sykes,  Dover,  Delaware  ftate. 
Dr.  James  Sykes,   Cambridge,   Maryland 
Dr.  Cambell,  St.  Clair,    George-town,   E.  S.  Maryland 
Dr.  Alexander  Smart,   Cecil  ccunty,  do. 

Capt.  Clement  Skerret,  Gun-powder  River,  do.  2  fetts 
Richard  Stanley,   efq.   Kent  county,   Delaware  ftate 
Wm.  Hugh  Stanley,        do  do 

Capt.  Thomas  Steel,   Philadelphia 
Capt.  James  Steel,  Duck   Creek,   Delaware  ftate 
Parke  Shee,  Philadelphia 
Thomas  Seddon,   bookfeller,  Philadelphia 
Ephraim  Steel,   merchant,   Carlifle,   Pennfylvania 
Mifs  Cornelia  Sewell,    Q^  Anne's  county,    Maryland 
Thomas  Smith,   efq.    attorney  at  law,   Carlifle,  Penn. 
Doctor  George  Stevenfon,  do.  do. 

William  Shaanon,  do» 

Capt.  James  Sutter,   Philadelphia 
Capt.  William  Stuart,   do. 
Jofeph  Stretch,   New- York 
B.   Stith,   efq.   Richmond,  Virginia 
Charles  Stuart,   King  George's  county,   Virginia 
Do6lor  A.  Skinner,   Frederikfburg-h,   Virgin/a 
Abraham  Smith,   Bucks  county,   Pennfylvania 
John  Swanwick,   efq,  Philadelphia 

T. 

Rev.  Sydenham  Thorn,    A.  B.   Kent  co.  Delaware  ft. 
James  Tilton,   efq.   M.  D.   Dover,  do> 

Lieutenant-colonel  Nehemiah  Tilton,   efq.  do. 
Doctor  Thomas  Tillotfon,   ftate  of  New-York 
Doctor  Charles  Troop,   T albot  county,  Maryland 
George  Truit,   merchant,   near  Dover,   Delaware  ftate 
Jofeph  Turner,   merchant,   Philadelphia 
Major  Richard  Tilghman,  jun.  efq.   T  albot  co.  Maryl. 

James 


SUBSCRIBERS. 

James  Thompfon,   Indian  Queen,  Philadelphia 
Rev.  Matthew  Tare,  J\I.  A.   Ncwcaftle  co.  Delaware 
John  Thomas,  fen.  Talbot  co.  do. 

Doctor  John  Thomas,    4.   M.   Cecil  co.  Maryland 
Doctor  Tucker,   Charlefton,   South-Carolina 
Jofeph  Thornburg,   Carlifle,  Pe-nnfylvania 
Benjamin  Towne,   printer,    Philadelphia 
Mrs.  M.  Taylor,    Alexandria,   Virginia 
Mrs.  Martha  Turberville,   Pekatone,  Weil.  co.  Virg. 
Major  George  Lee  Turberville,  Epping,  Rich.  co.  Vir. 
Mrs.  Betty  Tayloe  Turberville,   do.    do. 
Mifs    Hannah   Lee   Turberville,   Pekatone,  Weft.  co« 

Virginia 

Enfign  Gawin  Corbin  Turberville,   do.   do. 
George  Richard  Lee  Turberville,   efq.    do.  do. 
James  Thomfon,  merchant,  Philadelphia 
Col.  James  Thompfon,   do.   county 

V. 

His  exellency  Nicholas  Vandyke,  efq    governor  of  the 

Delaware  ftate,    2  fetts 
Hon.  John  Vining,    efq.   member   or   Congrefs  for  the 

Delaware  date,   2  fetts 

Ben.  Vining,   efq.   A.  B.  Dover,   Delaware  ftate 
Major-general  Varnum,  Rhode-Ifland 
John  Vannofr,   efq.   attorney  at  law,    Philadelphia 
Major  Viner  Van  Zant,   New-York 
Capt.  Bartholomew  Van  Heer,  of  Procter's  artillery 

W. 

General  Anthony  Wayne,  Chefter,   Pennfylvania 
Hon.  Col.  Samuel  Wyliis,  efq.  Hartford,  Connecticut, 

3  fetts 

Major  John  Wyllls,   do. 

Major  Charles  Whiting,   Middletown,   Connecticut 
Major  Samuel  Turbut  Wright,   efq.    Q^ A.  co.  Ma ryl. 
Rev.  William  Weft,   Baltimore 

Colonel  William  Whiteley,  Lt.  of  Caroline  co.  Maryl. 
Colonel  Samuel  Weft,  Lt,  Kent  county,  Delaware  fme 

Henry 


SUBSCRIBERS. 

Henry  "Ward,   efq.   fecretary,  Providence,  R.  Ifland. 
Major  Jacob  Weede,    Charlefton,   South  Carolina 
Thomas  White,    efq.    jndge   of   the    common  pleas, 

Kent  county,   Delaware  ft  ate 
Doctor  Edward  White  Choptank,  Maryland 
John  Whitehill,   efq.   member  of  the  fupreme  execu 
tive  council  of  Pennfylvania 

Nicholas  Way,   M.  D.   Wilmington,   Delaware  ftate 
Samuel  Wharton,   efq.  Philadelphia 
.Capt.  John  Wilfon,   near  Dover,   Delaware  ftate 
Capt.  Simon  Wilmer  Wilfon,   efq.    recorder,    Dover 
Brigadier-general  Ot-ho  Holland  Williams,  naval  officer, 

Baltimore 

Brigadier-general  Wecdon,    Alexandria,  Virginia 
Doctor  Thomas  B.  Wilfon,  Qiieen  Ann's  co.  Maryland 
Major  Richard  Wilfon,   do. 
Brigadier-general  James  Wilkinfon,    Kentucky 
Doctor  James  Wynkoop,  Middletown,    Delaware 
Major  Levin  Winder,   Somerfet  county,  Maryland 
Capt.  Wigton,  Philadelphia 
John  Webb,  jun,  Richmond,    Virginia 
Robert  Wilfon,   Q.  Ann's  county,   Maryland 
Mifs  Nancy  Wright,      do. 

J.  G.  Wafhington,   efq.    Annapolis,   Maryland 
John  Waihington,  efq.  Weftmorelaud  co.  Virginia 
Robert  Wright,  jun.    Q^  Ann's  county,    Maryland 
John  Wilkins,  jun,   Carlifle,  Pennfylvania 
The  rev.  William  Worn,   New-Jerfey 
Col.  William  Will,  Philadelphia 
John  Whitehead,    A.  M.  merchant,    Philadelphia 
Matthew  Whiting,   efq.  Prince  William  county,  Vir. 
Colonel  John  Willis,   of  Spotfylvauia  co.  do.    2  fetts 
Mrs.  Ann  Willis,  do.      do.  6  fetts 

YvTiliam  Woodhcufe,   ftationcr,   Philadelphia,  4  fetts 

Y. 

Charles  Young,    nic reliant,   Philaclclphia,    2  fetts 
James  Young,    mcrciianr,   Baltimore 
|phn  Yo;;ng,  Jun.   irurcii.uir,  Phihclelphia 

Samuel 


SUBSCRIBERS. 

Samuel  Young,  merchant,  do. 

Jafper  Yates,  efq.  attorney  at  law,  Lancafter,  Pennf, 

Z. 

Baron  Williams  Ziegefar,  Philadelphia 


ADDITIONAL  SUBSCRIBERS. 

Rev.  John  Ewing,  D.  D-  proved  of  the  univerfity  of  Penn- 

fylvania 
Rev.  H,  C.  Helmuth,  D.  D.  fenior  minifter  of  the  German 

Jutheran  churches  in  Philadelphia,  and  profeffor  of  the 

German  and  Hebrew  languages  in  the  univerfity  of  Penn- 

fylvania 

Doctor  Gerardus  Clarkfon,  Philadelphia 
Doclor  Benjamin  DufEeld,  A.  M.  do. 
His  excellency  Thomas  Collins,  efq.  the  prefent  governor 

of  the  Delaware  ftate. 
Hugh   Montgomery  Brakenridge,  efq.  member  of  affembly' 

for  Weftmoreland,  co.    Pittfburg 

Jofeph  Hubley,  efq.  attorney  at  law,  Lancafler,  Pennfyl. 
Capt.  Stewart  Herbert,    Lancafter,  do. 

D.  C.  Claypoole,  printer,  Philadelphia 
Job  John  ion,  do. 

David  Kennedy,  efq.  fecrelary  to  the  land  office,  Philadel. 
James  Chandler,  Chefter,  Pennfylvania 
Colonel  J.  M-Dunnough,  governor's  council,  Del.  ftate. 


Tie  Author  returns  his  thanks  to  the  Ladies  and  Gentlc,- 
men  of  Pen?ifyli'a?iia,  Delaware,  Maryland  and  Vir 
ginia,  for  the  kind  affijlance  they  have  given  him  in 
promoting  this  work.  The  other  ftate s  have  not  yet 
fent forward  their fubfcrtptions,  which  he  is  well  informed 
are  very  conftderalle. 


The  frontifpiece  is  the  work  of  Mr  James  Peller  Malcolm, 
cf  this  city,  a  young  artifl,  whoj'ervedbutaj/jort  time 
to  the  bitfinefs)  therefore  any  ir.ucuracies  therein  mull  If 
imputed  to  the  abovt  cattfct 


SUBSCRIBERS. 

The  Sub/ime  Lodge  of  Perfection,  Philadelphia 

Lodge  No,  2,  of  Ancient  York  Mafon§,  do 

Brigadier  General  P.  Muhlenberg,  member  of  the  Su 
preme  Executive  Council  of  Pennfylvania 

Colonel  William  Coates,  lieut.   of  Philadelphia  county 

Captain  Mathew.  Sadler,  Philadelphia 

Hon.  John  Pringle,  Efq.  A.  B.  Speaker  oftheHoufe 
of  Delegates,  Charleflon,  S.  C. 

John  Pringle,  merchant,  Philadelphia 

Jofiah  Hewes,  do  do 

Robert  Smith,          do  do 

John  Taylor,  do  do 

Seth  Willis,  do  do 

Colonel  John  Shee,  do 

Jonathan  D.  Sergeant,  Efq.     do 

Major  James  Willing,  do 

Major  William  M'Pherfon,      do 

Lieutenant  '-amue!  Houfe,        do 

James  Eryfon,   Eiq.   Deputy  Poft  Matter  General  for 

Pennfylvania,  do 

John  Lardncr,  merchant,          do 
William  M.  Diddle,  Reading,  Berks  county 
Ifacac  Franks,  broker,  Philadelphia 
William  Rodman,  jun-  Bucks  county,  Pennfylvania 
Alexander  P  utherford,  D.  G.  M.  of  Pennf.  Philad. 
Major  John  Story,  MafTachu  fetts  Bay 
.  John  Moylan,  Liq.  Clothier  Gen.  Amer.  army  Philad. 
Captain  'Jamuel  Edmifton,  Philadelphia 
John  Martin,  do        3  fetts, 

Captain  James  Ramage,  Londonderry,  Ireland 
James  Loughead,  Efq.  Philadelphia 
F.  Lewis  Taney,  Efq.  of  St.  Mary's  co.  Maryland 
Major  Samuel  Nicholas,  Philadelphia  16  fetts 

Benjamin  DufReld^  M.  D.        do 
John  Dunlap,  printer,  do 

Colonel  Jofeph  Dean,  do 

Brigadier  General  D.  Broadhead,  Reading,  Pennfyl, 
Dr.  Thomas  Bond,  near  Philadelphia 
Lieutenant  Colonel  Stephen  Bayard,  Pittiburg 


SUBSCRIBERS. 

Simon  Steddicorn  paper  merchant,  Philadelphia 
Frederick  Chriftian,  baker,  do 

Captain  Benjamin  Hodgdon,  do 

Captain  Jofcph  Anthony,  late  of  Newport,  R.  Ifland 
Thomas  Hidmann  Leuffer,  Efq.  Hamburg,  Europe 
James  Martin,  efquire,  Bedford  co.  Pennfylvania 
George  Glentworth,  M.  I).  Philadelphia 
Captain  William  A.  Patterfon,  of  the  engineer  corps 
Blair  M'Clenachan,  efquire,  Philadelphia 

Captain Wilfon,  Sunbury,  Pennfylvania 

Mofes  Young,  efq.  of  the  ifland  of  Trinidada,  S.  Arnef. 

Peter  Baynton,  efquire,  Philadelphia 

John  Simpfon,  efq.  Northumberland,  Pennfylvania 

Jacob  Le  Gay,  failmaker,  Philadelphia 

Robert  Cocks,  merchant,  New-York 


ERRATA. 

In  page  xi  in  the  margin,  for  1718  lege  1618. 

In  page  XII,  line  24,  iorfef/l.  hath  fallen. 

Where  it  occurs,  for  Sythtan  1.  Scythian. 

Where  it  occurs,  for  ivhilft  1.  while. 

Where  it  occurs,  for  amidft  1.  amid. 

In  page  204,  line  2,  between  if  never ,  infert  /. 

In  page  285,  Ode  16,  line  6,  for  and  \.  nor. 

In  page  3 1 5,  in  the  Parody,  line  13,  for  ferula  1. 
fefule. 

Subfcribers  names,  letter  G,  for  James  Gilbs,  Fell's 
Point  1.  James  Giles ,  Fell's  Point. 

Subfcribers  names,  letter  I,  for  IngraJoam  1.  Inglaw. 

N.  B.  Any  other  typographical  errors  that  may 
occur,  the  reader  will  pleafe  to  correct  according  to 
his  own  judgment. 


ADDENDA, 


ADDENDA. 


ODE        i. 

M 


TRUST  not,  bright  maid  the  felf-admiring 
Compound  of  noife,  of  nonfenfe,  and  of  fhew! 
Avoid  the  rake,  nor  vainly  think, — -to  you, 
Who  laughs  at  conftancy, — will  e'er  be  true; 
tilt  footing  fcorn,  he  merits  not  your  love, 
For  prigs  and  coxcombs,  ingrates  ever  prove. 
A  fool,  tho'  rich,  receive  not  to  your  arms, — 
He  views,  infeniibly,  your  countlefs  charms; 
Nor  let  the  *  foldier**  military  life, 
E'er  tempt  you  to  become — a  wretched  wife; 
No  real  joys  can  fuch  a  marriage  give, 
In  noife  and  glitt'ring  poverty  to  live. 
But,  fhould  fome  gen'rous,  dear,  deferring  youth, 
Blefs'd  with  good  fenfe,  good  nature,  virtue,  truth, 
Pir'd  by  your  charms,  prefer  his  am'rous  plea, 
Indulge  his  fuit,  he  knows  not  to  betray; 
But  confcious  of  your  worth — the  gift  will  prize, 
And  ever  view  you  with  a  lover's  eyes. 


A 


TRANSLATED  into  LATIN. 
CARMEN     I. 

LMA  ne  credas,^*  dedicate , 

Omnis  eft  clamor,  fpeciefve,  fumus, 

Scilicet 


*  Alludiug  to  a  fopljhgof  the  Sritifh  ar,T.y,  who  paid  his  addrefixs  to  the 
lady  at  that  time. 


ADDENDA 

Scilicet  vana  infipida  atque  curat 
Quse  aipicit  iftum. 

Cui  p!  aceht  veftes,  fpecie  decors, 
Ment>£  at  dotes  linere  exaratas 
Nolet:  —  an  dignus  videatur  a  te 
Quserere  laudem? 

Fasminas  multas,  alias  qui  amavit 
Spernito,  expectes  aliter  foret  jam  ! 
Fidus  et  caftus,  ftupra  dum  recenfet 
Num.  queat  elTe? 

Amove  infulfum  licet  opulentym, 
Auri  et  argenti  ftudiofus  ut  lit, 
Nee  fidus,  virtus  nee  honor  pudorque 
Attrahit  iftum. 

<c   Quern  juvat  clair-or,  galeaeqxie  ]eves/? 
Lenis  exaudi  miferafque  voces 
AnteHgnani,  rigida  atque  fata 
Ducere  fi  vjs. 

Nobilis  qui  te  coiit  atque  adorat^ 
Caftus  et  fidus,  pius  atque  do^lus, 
Afferat  puichram,  Mariam  amabit 
Dulce  loquentem. 

£  coll.  Pbilad,  7  caL  Sept.  I  7  7  1  • 


CARMEN     II. 

Ad  RlCARDUM     DE    MoNTE    GOMERY    DuCEM§ 

&V.    &c.    ^. 

JAM  tibi  montes,  bone  dux  in  altos, 
Et  cavas  valles,  iter  eft,  acutis 
Oblita  et  dumis  loca,  rupiumque 
In  via  faxa. 

Qua  gelu  tellus  riget  ufta,  montis 
Culmen,  cbducU  nive,  Temper  albctj 

Qua 


ADDENDA. 

Qua  domus  rara  eft,  ubi  nulla  monftrat  • 
Semita  callem. 

Barbaras  gentes  patrije  minaces, 
Dum  premis,  pulfas  trepidante  curfu, 
Nunc  in  extremo  borealis  orse 
Fine  vagantes: 

Dum  per  incultx  fakbrofa  terrse 
Ducis  audaces,  animofe,  turmas 
Sit  tibi,  in  terra  domibus  negata, 
Cura  falutis. 

Namque,  te  falvo,  vel  aperta  bella> 
Vel  malas  artes  hominum  improborum 
,Quis  timet?   vel  quid  ftudiofa  pravi 
Turba  minetur? 

Interim  cafta  prece  te  fequemur, 
Te  piis  votis,  tua  ne  per  altos 
Montium  tra&us,  dubiis  laborct 
Vita  periclis: 

Te  favor  coeli  tueatur,  umbra 
Protegat  fcuti  deus,  et  reducat 
Sofpitem,  falvae  redeant  Phalanges, 
Hofte  fubafto. 


TRANSLATION. 

O     D     E       2. 

To  General  RiCHARD    MONTGOMERY,    &c.  (5*<:»  & 

ILLUSTRIOUS  chief,  thy  daring  paflage  lies 
O'er  mountain  tops  that  reach  the  diftant  ilcies ; 
Thro'  cavern'd  vales  with  ruthlcfs  thorns  o'erfpread, 
O'er  ftones  that  lift  like  fliapelefs  cliffs  their  head. 

Where  rigid  frofts  the  barren  foil  congeals, 
And  fnows  eternal  whiten  all  the  hills  5 

Where 


ADDENDA. 

Where  fcarce  a  dwelling  glads  the  lonefome  plain, 
Or  focial  path  difplays  the  tread  of  man. 

While  preffing  on  thofe  favage  tribes  that  dare 
Invade  our  country  with  definitive  war; 
Now  forc'd  again  with  tremb'ling  hafte  to  fly 
Beneath  the  rigours  of  a  northern  iky  : — 

Or  while  with  fearlefs  march  your  arms  you  bear 
Thro*  defart  wilds,  thro*  tracklefs  regions, — where 
Nohoufe  or  cott  falutes  the  wand'ring  fight;— - 
O  guard  that  health,  which  adds  to  our  delight] 

While  thou  art  fafe,  who  dreads  the  warlike  din? 
Or  the  more  dang'rous  arts  of  wicked  men  ? 
Who  fears  the  ravings  of  a  fenfelefs  throng, 
Anxious  to  rule, — yet  ever  ir-  the  wrong  ? 

And  now  with  holy  vows  and  prayers  fincere, 
We  call  down  bleffings  from  yon  blefTed  fphere : 
Q  may  thy  fteps  no  hidden  dangers  know, 
But  fafe  from  perils  tread  the  mountain  brow. 

Thy  favour,  bounteous  God,  propitious  yield, 
And  {hade  our  gen'ral  with  thy  mighty  {hieid! 
Unhurt  reftore  him  to  our  arms  again, 
His  troops  victorious,  and  the  Briton  (lain. 

Camp  before  Bo/Ion,  1775.  J.    P 

CARMEN     III. 

Ad  amuum  meitm  fummum  Johannem  Parke  Cuftis,  ar- 
jnigerem,  domo  campo  Americano  abeuntem* 

IDecus  noftrum,  cape  delicatx 
Conjugis  caftum  licitumque  amorem, 
Qux  tibi  femper  placitura  fefe 
Dedicat  uni. 

Semper  impend  placitura,  ccrtus 
Auguroi,  tantum  decus  et  venufto 
Sauvitas  vultn  eft,  adeo  ierena 
FroQte  reluccnt. 

fhtimi 


ADDENDA. 

Intimi  mores,  animique  candor, 
Tarn  tibi  blandi  radiant  ocelli 
Tanta  per  totam  locuples  leporura 
Gratia  formam. 

Sis  precor  felix,  fuperumque  donis 
Integer  longum  fruere  invidendis! 
Sint  Dies  keti  tibi,  Isetiores 

Sint  tibi  nocles! 


TRANSLATION. 

O     D     E       3. 

To  my  very  worthy  -friend  JOHN  PARKE  CUSTIS,  Efq; 
on  his  ret  nrn  from  the  American  camp. 

RETURN  -my  friend,  my  only  pride, 
Carefs  thy  fmiling,  peerlefs  bride; 
To  her,  be  ev'ry  fondnefs  fnewn, 
Who  joys  to  call  thec,—  all  l*er  own. 

I  can,  without  prophetic  voice, 
Declare,—  to  pleafe,  is  ftill  her  choice; 
Such  fweetnefs  with  fuch  bloom  combined, 
Thro'  ev'ry  tint  difplays  her  mind. 

For  thee,  with  pleafure,  beam  thofe  eyes, 
Increafing  love,  new  joy  fupplies; 
Beauty  and  fymetry,  her  face  is, 
With  form,  drefs'd  out  by  all  the  graces. 

May  God  continue  ftill  to  blefs 
My  friend  with  lafting  happinefs! 
May  ev'ry  day  add  new  delight, 
And  blifs  fuperior  crown  each  night. 


ODE 


ADDENDA. 


O     D     E       4. 

Addre/ed  to  Air.  ABRAHAM  S  -  h,  occafioned  by  read 
ing  an  American  tranjlation  of  Horace  y  and  other  poeti 
cal  imfcellanies. 

Written  By  DOCTOR  Jo  NATHAN  I  —  GH  —  M,  of  Bucks  co.  Pennfylvaaia 

*rTT~MS  S***h  demands  the  willing  fong, 
Genius  and  merit  to  prolong  ; 

To  fan  the  noble  fire, 
Ye  mufes  come,  —  angelic  train! 
Smile  on  my  humble,  artlefs  ftrain, 

Your  kindeft  breath  infpire. 

As  Phoebus  on  his  torrid  car, 
(The  glirj  Vmg  glory*  darting  far,) 

His  tvvlliaiit  force  difplays:— 
Th*  enkindling  iuftre  of  his  beams 
Gilds  La*.  Mca'c  cliffs,—  the  unbinding  it-reams 

B  ej  oice  .  in-  noon-tide  rays. 

So,  by  tlieir  harmony  divine, 
Thcfavor'd  by  the  tuneful  nine, 

(Sons  of  the  lyric  firing  !) 
Their  gifted  graces  can  difpeme, 
Jn  focial,  eafy  wit,  and  fenie, 

As  genius  prompts  to  iing. 

Thus!  —  and  from  treafures  new  and  old, 
By  *****  reburnifh'd  ihin-s,  the  gold, 

And  from  the  native  ore,  — 
LufFrous,  the  molten  deluge  glows; 
With  greateft.eafe  the  art  he  fliews, 

So  many,  —  fond  explore. 

Purfue  the  theme  !    and  by  thy  lay, 
Each  nobler,  moral  truth  difpluy, 

Bid  civil  difcord  ceafe  ! 

No  more,  to  roufe  us,  war  alarms,  —  , 

Fled,—  -is  the  difmal  fcene  of  arms,-— 

Columbia  fmiles  in  peace.-— 

F     I     N     L    S. 


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